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@carnival0fdreams
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WELCOME TO THE DREAM CARNIVAL
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫ Indie fandomless adapting OC ✫・.・✭゜・.。・.
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D3 for him?
((Thank you so much! Also drawing his eyes showing gave me an idea, cuz it's a shame to hide such pretty eyes....
((I'll get to the other icon after I eat. Pizza dip here I come.
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Honestly this one was a lot of fun to do. Still testing out uploading on my tablet easier than going thru the hoops on Clip.
Inbox me to doodle for Quinn...
((If I get any asks, I will work more towards trying to draw something up for it. No guarantee, but sometimes I might doodle for something. But please never expect full pieces, I generally just use cleaned sketches.
Just really quick WIP that I don't even bother to clean up, that I will probably never finish.
Ft. @havntedatelier
((Okay time to doodle finally.
"Guess I was hungrier than I thought. Ah... thanks for that."
The last time he'd eaten something that could be considered 'hearty' was stew, and everyone was always trying to control his portion sizes. Fair enough, he didn't exactly have the same body he had years ago, but it was easier when he hunted for himself. Inuyasha knew he needed to slim down some. He didn't feel anything other than the topically physical aspects.
He was stronger, faster, more agile than ever from his own rigorous training. He just... had a big appetite. Was that such a crime? To everyone else, apparently. Kagome had never restricted him, but now she was too busy with university to cook for him very often. When she did, boy did he eat good. She was the only one who didn't make jabs at his size.
As if he wasn't already insecure enough about his looks. Especially the ears.
"I ain't exactly a five star cook. Close friend of mine is, but she's too busy for me a lot've the time." Which wasn't Kagome's fault. If she wanted to learn how to be a physician, he wasn't going to stand in her way. "I know how t'roast meat." The way he'd smiled must have looked so stupid. That was why he'd wiped it off his face. "Guess y'got what you wanted, so you're leaving now, right?"
A genuine question. Not a demand, and certainly not a request.
"It was my pleasure! I never believe anyone should go hungry. And seeing how you travel, I had doubted you had seen a good piping hot meal for a minute~. I do hope sometime I get to actually cook for you, rather than just summon the meal up like that. I promise my cooking is MUCH better then prepared food..."
Quinn was a better baker than he was a cook. But he knew his way around the kitchen. For his cooking skills, he wouldn't quite say he was a five star chef. It was still delicious though, and some meals he was better at than others. He was just someone who couldn't work without a recipe. Never one to make up a meal on the fly.
"Oh! I'm not either, I admit," Quinn stated as he waved a hand in his face in a dismissive manner. "But to me, when you put love into what you're cooking or baking, it makes the meal so much better! Love is the best ingredient I say." It might seem so silly to others, that love was the best ingredient. But when someone took the time to prepare your favorite meal, added some special flare to it just for the person's liking, it tasted better than some soulless dish a five star chef made...
Twisting his leg to cross behind his other, digging his toe into the dirt to make sure he didn't topple over and make a fool of himself, he hummed and tapped his cheek. "Knowing how to roast meat is a pretty good skill to have in handy. Eating raw meat can make one sick, at least.. mortals it does. Though you seem not to be the run of the mill human~. But! Nothing wrong with that at all. I love meeting people of different kinds~."
It wouldn't matter at all that Inuyasha was a half demon, half human. Species meant nothing to the god. It was about character, the soul. The outside? Quinn never judged.
"Ah? Do you want me to leave~?" inquired the clown as he uncrossed his leg and leaned forward a bit, tilting his head.
"I can if you want. But I would like to get to know you more. I really liked your smile~."
((I hate me and my mom are going to Costco, but we're waiting for my bro to come home, and I HATE getting into something and then having to go somewhere like a bit later.. waaah.
Mimicking the action, Eve places her opposite hand on her opposite hip and playfully shifts her weight to the opposing side,
“All sorts of thangs! Magic is everywhere and I do my best to hone it for entertainment! Whatever my lovely starlight and moonlights prefer — their smiles are my fuel!”
The sheep dramatically twirls her hand, whisks of small, golden stars bouncing upon her digits.
“When my carnival was still up and runnin’, I was mainly the storyteller ‘cause I was a pretty big loudmouth. Oh, my audience could hear me from across the trail, I tell ya! I’m also pretty decent at exaggeration and audience engagement and — well, this ain’t an interview.”
She then closes her hand as if slamming shut a book, the stars poofing out of existence.
“What about YOU, honeybun? You say you run a carnival!
Can you do magic? Are you a sword swallower — NO, wait. Wait. Juggling? Mm, you look like you’re a clown too, so maybeeee…gags and tricks for the kiddies? Can you show me?!”
"Oh wow! A story teller for a carnival sounds amazing!" If his eyes were showing, they'd be sparkling at her display of magic.
Quinn hummed and thumbed his chin for a moment, as if mulling something over in his head.
"Oh! I can do ALL kinds of things! I'm more than meets the eye~," he grinned as his finger tips splayed across his lips.
His hand motions and sparkly glitter followed his hand movements.
"I can do many things, but my main get up is~!" He suddenly turned and started to skip along in a straight line. Suddenly he started clapping his hands in a rhythm. Large light up letters started to fall from the very sky. Falling down behind him as he left a trail of stars and glitter. M-A-G-I-C fell and he halted at the end. Sticking a hand out to lean on the top of the line of the C that was the last to fall.
"Magic! But it's quite authentic! I am the god of creation, and for a side hobby I run the Carnival of Dreams~! Making people smile is what I love to do~!"
Quinn galloped away from the letter and snapped his fingers, the letters suddenly blossoming into all sorts of flowers that enveloped the letters. A colorful variety from roses to tulips to daisies. It was really the only life he could create were plants. Plants didn't have souls.
“Woah. A clown.” Nagi said, eyes big and curious.
He had always wanted to see a circus. It was a pain to go alone, though, and his parents had never thought to take him before leaving. It never crossed his mind to ask his best friend, either.
But here he was… presented with the opportunity and it was free? He didn’t smile but his face softened from it’s usual stoic expression.
“Yeah, sure. Will there be any tigers?”
"Tigers?" Quinn parroted as he thumbed is chin in thought. "I can't say there will be tigers.. but there will be something LIKE tigers..."
Quinn didn't use REAL animals for his performances. Rather, he used his homunculi to perform with. Which meant what would be a tiger would be a poor attempt at making one himself.
"There's tons of games though, good food, and prizes to win! Of course tons of performances in tents. We have a lion tamer, which I am sure I can fit a tiger there instead, and acrobatics~! Juggling and fire shows. Tons of things to watch!" He knows he just said he didn't have tigers, but he will try to make one for the other.. if that was what he wanted.
The clown balled his hands up in an excited way, leaning even closer. "What'cha say~? Wanna go~? I don't call my place the Carnival of Dreams for nothing~!"
Dreambert had been directing a few orders to his subjects, mostly instructing his construction head workers to make sure they're letting their workers rest. He didn't want them overworking at all! And he'd heard from a few workers in particular about how tired they were, and that wasn't ending well for them. Just a gentle slap on the wrist, and he would turn to continue on with his duties.
A bubbly voice stands out to his ears though, and the prince's... ears, those are ears? Twitch as he turns to look at Quinn. He looked funnily out of place here, but that was fine. It's not like any of them looked "normal" by any means. I mean, he was a living pillow for christ sake.
... Pillow... pet? I'm unsure what you are meaning, I don't believe I have seen one before. Regardless, I am- you are very close, hello. ,,
Dreambert's gaze follows up to the man's face, and he backs up slightly. He was just a little nervous about this new face, after all he was a person of power and there were a good few reasons for him to be wary. But his hand comes down soft and slow, and Dreambert doesn't seem to mind the contact. His hands fold against his back, and he stares curiously up at him.
... You're quite forward, going and touching people you have just met! Aha, I guess it's... charming. But you could tell me your name first at least. ,,
He does pull back from the touch, but he gives Quinn a gentle pat on the back of his hand. Even his hands themselves were soft...
... I am known as Prince Dreambert, I rule this kingdom alongside my advisors, and... forgive me, friend, but I don't believe I recently requested for a jester delivery! A very pleasant surprise this has been. ,,
He offers a bow, a small smile gracing a surprisingly tired face.
"Oh~! My bad, sorry I just can't help myself! When I see something so soft and squish-able, I cannot mind my manners at all!" Quinn removed his hand when the other patted it. Though, he was still in Dreambert's personal space.
"I do it all the time! I'm a touchy person~. And it seemed maybe you needed a touch of kindness! You looked overworked. I am PRETTY sure those are some tired eyes you're looking at me with~," Quinn commented with a grin, wagging his finger as if scolding the prince.
"Oh! Yes yes, my name is Quinn! I am the god of dreams, a pleasure to meet the prince of this nice little kingdom~. It's rather fitting! I have seen dream portals during my travel here, that are not mine at all! This place feels like it has ME written all over it, heehee~!"
Quinn placed a hand upon his chest and returned the bow. His free hand placing on one of his tail coats to curtsy with his bow.
((I am COMMISSIONING one of my favorite monster designers for Quinn's true form! WHOO BOY I am glad I got money cuz the custom design (I am getting the BIG one) is... a lot of money...
Quinn vc @ dash: What the FUCK are you guys talking about?
((I do plan to write in Quinn's bio more of his ability. Cuz I want to balance it more in reality so he isn't like, some uber op character. He IS a god so bear that in mind, he isn't a weakling in reality at all. But in reality he isn't in his element and he does have limits. Cuz with his creation, he CANNOT just summon a 200 ton block an inch above another's head and crush them instantly. His creations DO need to have a perimeter of space. Which is why he poofs up things in the air. The object he creates, needs space all around it.
Also when it drops, it has a period of time it fully 'materializes' so it will float for a solid few seconds before plunging. The bigger it is, the more time it takes to materialize and the more space it needs around it. Also bigger creations-- more toll it takes to Quinn. Making too much, or things as big as a planet, will cause him to fall asleep or just have him grow tired.
Quinn's tactic to dropping to crush his enemy, relies on distracting his enemy and to drop them while they are distracted. But entially when fighting in reality-- his go to tactic is wearing his foe down until they cannot resist his eyes and fall asleep, so he can enter their sleep and either finish the job or tourment them with nightmares.
((My biggest struggle with Quinn is not portraying Quinn as a copy and paste of Nikolai. I DO take inspiration from Nikolai to his character, but I am hoping he doesn't feel like just a bootleg Nikolai.
