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FOLLOW IF YOU LIKE MY ART, MY GOAL IS TO FINALLY DRAW MY OWN COMIC ETC <3
(sfw blog/adult OP)
Hi Bino!! Just wanted to stop by and say hello! I hope you are doing well! (*・ω・)ﾉ
And I did read your piece about your priest and man, I love it when a guy seems one way and..well, you'll find out 🔪
Unless I got the total wrong impression!! Then I'll just sit in the corner and be embarrassed (,,•́ω ก̀,,)
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Hiiii thank you I'm fiiine. <3 And that sure is the case with my bunny beloved! You're correct! Stevryn's kind on the outside, shady with tons to blackmail him over on the inside and then!... With surprisingly even kinder core despite it. All my OCs are kind of villains in their own story getting wORSE throughout the plot and perceive themselves as that I love this vibe so much.
Second attempt at posting text! Bunny's turn! I don't know if anyone had any expectations first seeing my absolute CUTIE but best to dispel them early with this one!
Stevryn character introduction short story.
842 words ahead!
Tap.
Only sole tapping rung in the Judge’s ears despite many expressions of despair being formed right in front of his eyes. Next came the gratitude, often did the line between the two blur as visitors at his office hardly ever hid emotions for long.
The tapping wasn't stopping. Persistent between long pauses, now filling up his mind with questions that successfully drowned out the entire meticulously rehearsed speech, prepared for him alone to hear.
Tap.
Was it the tears falling onto his desk? The raggedy man on its other side failed to catch them all with an old and dirty, embroidered handkerchief. No. Among the paper vessels of freedom and downfall a single drop could never make as much noise. Not literally at least. Coldly analyzing the tear's path felt almost cruel towards the man currently pouring his heart out anew, much alike in the courtroom a few days earlier. The pesky liquid disrupting this meeting should be much thicker than this and quite an easy answer comes to mind, slithering like a snake until it roots itself at the core of welling up doubt. There was this nagging feeling that if they were to look for the source now there would be no words ready at hand that'd explain it to the commoner.
The Judge tried his best to ignore it yet by the time the next drop echoed he was once again back in the familiar frozen wilderness. Either howling winds muffling out the screams or the other way around, the memory could rarely decide on this detail. The sound repeated, now accompanying the vivid sight of his own, small and trembling hands soaked in pure crimson. The snow on a lifeless ironclad silhouette in front of his knees silenced out the sound of a dripping thick liquid.
As if stolen noise from a moment in the past, once lost to the snow was slowly catching up to him now.
And it was getting louder.
Tap.
“... M… Mr. Arbiter, please forgive me… Again I'm taking so much of your time!” The man must have gotten a wrong idea when his host slowly reached for his temple as if it could soothe the steadily picking up wave of weariness. “You already saved what's left of my life twice yet… I still act like such pest! Hah… Such is your price of being my village's lucky omen! …Sir!”
“... That's not the case, I promise.” With warmth and kindness capable of thawing any signs of winter the Judge looked up again. “I do admit, however, I have been lost in thoughts for a second… This… Handkerchief. With its embroidered message on it you could have used it as evidence. It’s clearly been gifted with intent and care known only between the deeply loved.” Unknowingly he started matching the noise’s rhythm now with a finger against his own temple as if an outlet for the gathering unsteadiness. Salvation in a scene that required focus, deep patience and understanding.
“I could have. But what do they do with evidence they deem unimportant? If that's all that's left from her I'd rather hold onto it in prison cell than trade it for measly chance of freedom!” Beloved item disappeared in tightly clutched fists. “Nobody else would believe me, sir!”
Tap.
And would they believe me about what happened that day in the Northern wilderness?
Arbiter nodded quietly repeating out loud his idealistic phrase about truth finding its way.
Was I truly in the right to survive?
Not a single word more from the conversation could be heard over the looming silence in-between the drops. Each of them drilling a hole in his thoughts to then fill with visions and doubts.
Even once the room was clear he still could not move an inch.
His own deep breaths filled the silence.
Is it over?
It must have been just an odd side effect of all these private conversations with supposed convicts taking a toll on him.
Tap.
His heart stopped.
Now when finally alone he could freely look down at the source of this torment.
There was a wet trail over the front wall of his desk’s hidden compartment. Dark liquid soaking into the floor underneath.
His heart quickened alongside the breath. With trembling hands he reached towards the fearful omen. Delicate fingertips following the wet lead towards the source as if apologizing to the beautiful wood for the unholy taint on its surface. He involuntarily reached for the key in his robe’s inner pocket before realising the lock had in fact been broken.
Had he hesitated to rip out the cupboard he wouldn't open it any wider than it took to see but one glimpse.
A ritual knife from the northern exorcist clans and a bloody lump he would spend next years of nightmares trying to connect to a correct name. An ominously glistering handle of the dagger was decorated with a simple message, engraved in beautiful cursive. As if an invitation ripped straight out of the worst case scenarios.
Ough, your Lohen's are so good. I've said it before but you draw unhinged expressions so well!
And I dunno about art fight..I've heard some not so great things about and it's not kind to beginners at all.
Plus, I have no idea how people can draw all day like that (if they have a lot to get done) I'm lucky if I draw once a month ( ´_ﾉ` ) I'd get so burnt out
But!!! In the end it's your choice! If you think it would be a fun challenge I say go for it! (*´▽｀*) Just do a lot of research into it?
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i WISH i could just draw all day thats the thiiing. if i manage to doodle out pROPER character sheets that are ACCEPTABLE and sOMEWHAT CLEAN i miGHT (havent been able to do that once yET. im just too messy abloobloobloo ueueueuue)
I love seeing your traditional art! More Bino work is always a good thing
I really like the colors in the flower piece (ﾉ´ з `)ノ what medium did you use? I think it's colored pencils but I may be wrong
And I understand how you might get me confused with other anons. I try to sign off with my favorite emoji so you know it's me ⁽(◍˃̵͈̑ᴗ˂̵͈̑)⁽ The lovely sparkle emoji lol
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Thank yoooou!!! And yes it was coloured pencils!
Good good signature and emoji of choice <3 cheeers
Wah, Bino your writing is so, so good! It flows incredibly well and I can really get a good feeling of Eris as a character (๑>ᴗ<๑)
I used to write a lot years ago but haven't for many years but seeing yours makes me wanna get back into it <3
Oh, and again I'm sorry if me being in anon is annoying for you :( I'll come off anon someday...someday ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧
SCREAMS my fave anon read the thing and liked it!!! (I'm looking at the likes and I want to give everyone who read a big thank you again btw!!!)
Hihi I'm planning to post some more kind of a teasers for OCs and all! Though I have some oneshot longer shortstories I'm kinda anxious about posting but! Eventually I will.
You should totally get back to it!!! It's amazing how much a break can improve you just because in this time you grew as a person and experienced way more than last time already!!! Ill always advocate for art art art even more art!!!
DWDW!!! Always happy when you msg, I only worry I might one day mistake anon for anon if someone else uses adorable emojis like this but that's the only issue I know of haha. Still hope it also shows people I always reply and I'm not scary! Thank you for being with me on this journey <3
I wanna try something different. Y'all know my doodles by now, figured I might finally try my hand in sharing some writing for my OCs. A lil vibe check.
Eris character introduction short story.
605 words ahead
The witch scoffed in disgust, having reached the end of a letter found buried below countless trinkets. They were once brought along for the longest journey of her life. Among the gloomy, candlelit chambers of the ancient Matron's mansion they were the last, untainted remnants of home. Of lost faith and past bright hopes.
Home.
She strained to remember when was the last time she used this word. It was always bound to appear in a vibrant company of overwhelming sorrow and guilt mixed with a painfully fresh smell of salty breeze.
“Home.”
She said it out loud this time to confirm that - to her surprise - it no longer caused the familiar heartache that ought to be impossible to bear. Almost like the word itself has been hollowed out across the years of mourning. Distant sea for once remained still. Delicate glistering of the gentlest waves much like the calm light which now danced across the decorative ink and its parchment - held right above the fireplace and slowly lowered ever so slightly towards the flames as if threatening them to speak up and reveal more than just the written words they carried. Flames danced in unison. At times like this occasional sparks from the firewood sounded more akin to creaking of wooden masts on the open sea. Silence foreshadowing the storm that this time wasn’t meant to appear as she muttered the word.
Home.
Ambience among the waves and sand, peaceful whispers of the moon and harmonies of the fellow priestesses. Not a single memory was lost of that place. Not even the harrowing sight of all deep shades of red covering the coastal sanctuary’s floors. Every drop of the fallen god’s blood like a new wave crashing against all the beliefs she was brought up to diligently follow. The high priestess who was chosen to witness the fall of her own deity. Suddenly, soothing were the nightmares of sacred lands, washed by the raging ocean in search of lifeless remains of its one true ruler - forever to embrace Their wrinkled old body in abyssal depths. The witch has finally seen real serenity and peace in the eye of the hellish storm raised by mortals overstepping the depth’s laws.
May wind always mock the sinners’ tattered sails.
No longer did she flinch to the memory of the killer's gaze set right on her - after all, it was taking Their skeletal hand that led her onto this path.
Like a ritual sacrifice, another writhing letter met no more merciful fate than its predecessors now filling up the ash tray below.
The pain. The loss. The yearning.
Flames have cleansed them both. Painful melancholy from a lifetime away.
Private spectacle suddenly stopped by a knock on the door.
“Priestess, the subject—!”
“Woke up?” The cold tone of the usually cheerful silhouette by the fireplace clearly suggested an important matter has just been interrupted.
“He tried to escape!” The researcher huffed heavily after making the long way from laboratories to living quarters in such a hurry. “He wants to see the Master! He's talking about reverting the experiment! He wants to leave!”
“That’d be rather silly of him.” Looking at the messenger she could tell the severity of the situation. Finally, another fortunate lamb to cure. With her chin audaciously raised she walked up to the servant. “Looks like I’ll have to wear my most trustworthy of smiles.”
“May we forever entrust ourselves to the tides to wash up on blessed shores. Never to drown in their embrace. Never to doubt the lov—” Clumsy words written with her childish own hand ages ago disappeared as the letter shrunk among the flames and ashes, not to ever reach the saintly recipient.
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Thank you for reading til the end <3 Witch from the short story is my OC - Eris - I wrote a bit about her in my recent post for context. It's the first time I'm posting some longer text relating to my universe's lore but I had to give it a try since I want to share more about my OCs etc! Thank you again and cheers!
Mischievous, unhinged... and a creepily sweet auntie.
Although she actually started out as my self-insert sonicsona she evolved alongside me throughout the years. She used to share my names online through most of her existence. As a kid I saw the Sindbad animated movie and I ABSOLUTELY LOVED ERIS IN IT so I eventually decided "Eridan" is the closest name to "Eris" I can give her, without it being obvious... And then - THE Homestuck happened. I was destined to become an Eridan fan. Long story short, I reverted to Eris and stick by it now. She lives up to a name of a goddess of chaos with her use of demonic magic and a personality simplified to Harley Quinn-esque. Over the years she grew further from a self-insert into her own thing entirely. At some points she was meant to become the exact opposite, like when I was deciding between medicine and art irl I chose art, she chose medicine or at least healing as the core of her magic. She was always the OC I made into ice/water mages or healers in MMORPGs! I was glad to make her into a proper OC with lore made up from scratch.
Tidal goddess Idyss, the deity of healing and protection - Her priestesses were taught the water magic's art of rejuvenation. The closed community had a simple rule: in case of their leader's absence, an apprentice took the role of a speaker in their name. Eris often took up that role as one of many adopted daughters in this clan. Someday, she was meant to become the High Priestess herself as the devoted child who instead got to witness the fall of the immortal with their own eyes.
Taken in by Idyss' old friend's faction of necromancers as the main eyewitness she met Fayzel, kid just a bit older than her, tasked with helping the young priestess find herself in the new home. Despite originally intending to manipulate her to their side they found a common interest inline and against both their factions, having anchored their future research of magic in the possibility that the ancient gods at the top of this world are indeed mortal under right conditions. As two derranged heretics they went on a long route of trying to grasp and dissect the idea behind immortality. Mutual understanding turning into dependance and then into their own trampling morality little tango with blades at each other's throats keeping them from ever backing off from this deal. As the more confident of the two, she often ends up puppeteering Fayzel deeper into their rabbit hole.
Current Eris is but a friendly façade for their rapidly growing cult, to which anyone truly afraid of death ends up clutching onto. As the descendant of the Tidal Goddess, she once again assumes the position letting her heal and help, daring to once more take up her name when caring for the ones she saves, although with far more twisted means.
Eris is one of the key characters in the plot as the core of the few biggest conflicts and plotpoints!
