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@clayres
Bearer of Skies, Keeper of Stars
It is time to post my art entry for MC4.0!
Don't let your obligations weigh you down and HAPPY MARCH CAPRICE!!! <3
...can you feel infinity...?
Iiiiii mixed up my blogs to use for the MC4.0 Cosmic Arts Exhibition...
Here's my March Caprice art again on my main blog for everyone who was interested in seeing this but couldn't find it!
...who will keep it from falling when you fall...
Silly request but
Can y'all give me your favorite curse-words? Language doesn't matter but feel free to add a (literal) translation and short explanation on when you'd use it (not required but it would be nice) :3
My friend wanted a coloring book with cursewords and I wanted to make them one with a larger variety of words than the common ones you see on the internet/hear in sweden
Part 2/2 of songs I wrote for characters in a TTRPG session that never happened, presenting:
The Wind Herself, the aforementioned patron deity of my player character, the Windlock Rai. Her story also might (or might not) be told at a later point in time.
Similarily to Rai's character theme this was also made with MuseScore 3, but has quite a few more layers (with the glockenspiel standing in for coordinated wind chime sounds), and is longer as well. I hope you enjoy both of these!
Part 1/2 of songs I wrote for characters in a TTRPG session that never happened, presenting:
Rai of the Winds, a warlock with a wind deity as patron and my intended player character. Maybe I'll turn their story into something original at some point, who knows.
A short, simple track made with MuseScore 3 (bc I couldn't be bothered to update the volume levels with the new soundfont in 4).
Hello, I couldn't hold on myself and made a very short, very simple fake piano cover (with MuseScore 3) of a song from the Goncharov (1973) soundtrack from memory which I think was called Snow on Vesuvio, but I can't seem to find the original piece anymore so I can't check back how accurate the melody turned out.
Can anyone confirm the track/help me find the original?
hearts, and eyes, and fairytales, and worlds, and keys, and swords, and the almighty pen, oh...
(inspired by namesakecomic.com)
lounges across a chair with a cup of tea. you know, i could do a little bit of aroblogging. for old time's sake. for new time's sake? 'cause there's a thought i've been rotating for a bit, something i've been wanting to knit into a piece of poetry - maybe some day, just not today. it's something i've not seen discussed very much, or at all, really - probably because i haven't been looking in the right spaces, or looking at all. probably because it's going to make me sound kind of pretentious or arrogant, but i'm used to that, so: it's just - the strangeness of being an aroace person people keep falling in love with. i think "kind of person people keep falling in love with" is just something that happens if you're a person who's comfortable with yourself, or when you have a lot of interpersonal relationships, or if you just share much of yourself with other people. just, having contact with people around you in some way. feelings happen when they have the opportunity to grow! i don't know how it works! but i've been that person, at least a little bit, you know? it kind of happened as i grew older and grew into myself. it was very confusing, too, because like okay, i like myself, but i'm not necessarily expecing others to like me, it's great when they do but i wasn't banking on it! what!!!! it's very sweet and all but it also means - facing the conundrum: do i Want this, or do i just Want to Want it, or am i just Curious about what it would mean to Have it? i've Tried, and i still don't know. personally, i'm glad for having tried, because otherwise i'd be asking myself for the rest of my life what it would be like to Try, and that's a me thing. i'm not immune to the yearning! you'd think being aroace would make you immune to the Yearning. i want my money back? it also means - that no, i'm not aroace "because i can't get some," i promise, but it's not an argument i should have to make in the first place. it's such a strange spiral of an accusation, because in the world i live in there's nothing shameful about being single or a virgin regardless of orientation. to me it's a relief to not have to have sex with another person, but apparently i live in a society and in that society that's such a fundamentally alien notion i'm impossible to relate to. sorry about that.
it also means - i have to be the person who rejects people, and there's always so many stories about being the person who gets rejected, and there's mountains of sad songs and sympathy for being the Rejected One, the Lonely One, and of course, learning to handle rejection with grace is an important, painful thing. never got many saturday morning cartoon lessons in how to reject, though. not just in romantic pursuits, but in general. always running the threadmill of the scarcity mindset and You Must Never Hurt Anyone For Good Reason and there i was, crying my eyes out at my childhood friend's trampoline in the sunset telling him i'm sorry i can't love him back that way, and there i am, replying to the kindest social media DMs with i'm sorry i can't be your friend but it's not something i can force - i know it hurts, and who would we be if it didn't hurt, and if i didn't hurt you i would have to be the one to carry the pain. it's hard to make relatable, i guess? always the fucking relatability! i know a lot of people can't Relate. because we're young and lonely and yearning and starved, because we're social animals, even if we're fiercely independent or enjoy the solitude. not to make assumptions! i know we're all different and want different things from life! but there's not a lot of frameworks for how to fill our cups when every beverage we're offered is the wrong flavor. i know coke makes my teeth feel weird but there's so, so many commercials for it, and it looks tasty in all of them, and i haven't had a drink in forever, how do i not crave it? i'll still show up to the party asking for a water and everyone is gonna give me the weird looks. am i sure? am i sure? i'm tired of feeling like a wrecking ball, i say. uhhh okay idk what that is about, they'll say, but water? that's a little boring, isn't it? we have so much soda, though. there's coke, coke, and vanilla coke. just tap water, please and thank you. hope i don't ruin your party.
oh Hey...
if it means anything, I relate.
I relate so much. This is exactly what I've experienced (both in regard to being aroace and to drinks haha).
Especially the part about rejecting people, as it was the cause of many a guilty conscience and heartache.
This is also the reason why I went "oh Hey" to Of Monsters and Men's Love love love, for me it's about being aro and that same guilty feeling. Reading the comments below the official lyric video however never resulted in finding kindred spirits, as there were many rather different (romantically inclined) interpretations or confusion about what the song meant at all.
In any case, reading that others had the same experiences I had feels very refreshing.
watercolor comms i did for @clayres and Wanderdraw on twitter!
My son, my beautiful son, he looks so good! *weeps*
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"When you have an appetite for fantasy..."Made a cover of the song Emptiness and... from the video game The World Ends WIth You (すばらしきこのせかい/
A song about depths, both literal and metaphorical.
Don’t look down...
notes (not in tags bc :P): #it took me a while to come up with a name #but the one I ultimately settled on is exceedingly fitting to both narrative contexts that the song is written for #originally as an imagined recital for one or two of my characters from an original story #it became a piece for two other characters as lyrics began to pop up in my head #but those will probably go elsewhere where they belong #this also might be one of my oldest up until now unfinished original tracks #and it still might be subject to change as certain parts of accompaniment might fit better than others
Made entirely in musescore 3.
I was certain I had uploaded this but I couldn’t find it again.
Anyway you are hereby challenged! have fun <3
(in case you can’t read the text: “Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to draw your favorite character with your non-dominant hand”)
Hey so...
I needed a break from what I was doing so I sketched a Xion with my left hand...
...and now my brain is confused and thinks my left hand is the dominant one... x'D
I said I would make a list of wind chime samples I used for https://clayres.tumblr.com/post/615211918248050688/if-you-need-a-happy-song-you-make-it-yourself, so here it is:
from https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCqeNgQLxwkV8TqEyxG_q60Q :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIzeXV0lyhM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNVtMawMnIA https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zP_dXleX7E https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k53s3eGjOCM
from https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCASiqmfYr9dXqZAdap8AfcQ :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dg14vBQjUDU
from https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiIJK9wQDAvc2MByAltv2jA :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hxf3SNheZfs
from https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCpt6EQ7D-h6jMwRENZOlwOA :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TEkvZ8gNWfI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOBN-aDCiLI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvotlMU_BP0
and from https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2a9awG04yjmkq6h0okdRqQ :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOfRnzRi89c .
If you need a happy song, you make it yourself.
~ me, just now
This song is supposed to be an accompaniment (the first, though technically more the third, one of many that feels finished) for a fic I haven’t written yet (oops). I imagine it basically as the background track for a montage/timeskip section.
Edit: Windchime sample sources are now in an extra post:
https://clayres.tumblr.com/post/615214065885855744/i-said-i-would-make-a-list-of-wind-chime-samples-i
Hey Windy (I know you're over on IRC but I wanted to go the 'official' way, so here it goes): "Dew by Night" (bc I'm dumb like that and can't let go of the past and stuff, or something). Enjoy! Have fun! Good luck! I hope the wording fairy is kind to you! All that stuff!
Dew by Night sounds like something that could be romantic? Two friends talking under the full moon? A story about water gathering in the air, forming droplets on leaves and hanging out together? What would water talk about?
It sounds like that but there’s only One thing I can think of because I’m currently Obsessed:
It was night when I emerged from the cave. Near midnight, judging by the square moon being almost in zenit. My backpack was mostly empty, all dirt placed in the mine and only a few new stacks of granite and five iron ores all I managed to find during my search. My outpost needed more and I would have to return down later. I was running low on food and torches, my pickaxe was almost broken and my armor was falling apart at the seams. I took the helmet off, threw it at the ground and picked it up again. Some days I still had trouble placing items in my backpack.
My cows mooed at me and one of the many dogs spread out through the village gave a bark. I could hear foxes and Iron Golems fighting at the west side of the town. I would have to make better defences, place more lights. My thoughts went to the red dust I had found a few days earlier. According to rumors it could help make amazing contraptions but I didn’t understand how. The cleric in my village sometimes offered to sell me some, but they couldn’t tell me how to use it.
I made my way to the building I currently called my base. I was going to build something bigger later, when I had materials, a plan, more knowledge of the world. I couldn’t remember when I last slept, time always felt weird in the caves with no sunlight, but I wasn’t tired. Some nights I would sleep just to avoid the zombies and skeleton that attacked the village, would let the iron golems protect the village on their own. I had a chest full of arrows, another chest full of bones, but I could always use more of the rotten flesh I got from the zombies. The cleric bought it from me, hopefully to purify it but I never bothered to ask. Maybe I should.
I put the helmet on again, put the pickaxe away and took out my sword instead. Dropped all the granite I had found into one of my many chests and then walked outside.
There was an enderpearl on the ground and I picked it up. I didn’t know what those were for either but I had heard that they were pure magic. I put it in my pocket to add to my stash later (I already had 16 hidden in a chest in my basement) and followed the iron golem that had left it there. A battle was raging, a group of pillagers had found my village. I would have to search for their outpost later to take care of them. Hopefully we could solve it peacefully but the way they peppered my iron golems with arrows made me certain it would be impossible. I let the iron golems battle them and steered myself towards the zombies a bit further down. I was almost there when a flapping sound caught my attention.
The flapping was followed by a screech and I turned my eyes towards the sky, had to squint my eyes against the bright moonlight. There were three shadows moving across the sky, occassionally swooping down a little before flying further up again. I had never seen anything like them before. A zombie attacked me, grabbed my attention and the next time I looked up the shadowy figures were gone.
I heard the screech again just a minute later. Something hit me hard in the back of my head but when I turned around there was nothing there. The flapping sound was going further away. No, it was coming closer. I turned around. Two green eyes were staring into my soul. This creature was dangerous. I took a tighter grip on my sword, waited. I swung as it came closer, the tip of my sword brushing against its wing. It screeched, turned towards the sky again. Another of them arrived. This time my sword cut it along its side. Darkness spilled out of the wound and it screeched, returned to the sky.
They were like nightmares, moved like phantoms through the air. They hovered above me, then all three dove straight for my head. I was ready, my sword danced through the air. It only hit two of them, the third one tore another hole in my chestplate before rising again. My armor fell to the ground but I couldn’t run, couldn’t turn my back to them and couldn’t lead them into the village where they might attack any villager who was still awake. There was only one thing to do.
I had to stand my ground.
I took out my shield, took an even firmer hold around the sword. My eyes locked onto the Phantoms as they flapped and screeched above me. An iron golem was coming closer, preparing to take care of the zombies shuffling towards the village and I could focus completely on the phantoms. They screeched and swooped down again. I hit them all this time and more darkness spilled out of them. They rose and dove. Attacked my arms, broke my helmet. I attacked back just as fiercly. My sword went through one of them and it disappeared in a puff of black cloud. An item fell to the ground and I quickly put it in my pocket before taking care of the other two as well.
The battle ended. My body was shaking and I felt weak. I couldn’t run, my legs could barely carry me. I watched the iron golems fight, watched as the sky was turning from black to pink to blue. I had a few potatoes in my backpack and I ate four of them before my body was starting to feel stable again. I put the sword away, took out the things that had fallen to the ground and studied them. They were smooth, leathery, tough. I pulled at them, tried to figure out I could do with them. They looked rare, valueable. I had never seen anything like it before. I needed to get more, needed to study them, to learn more about them and the creature I got them from.
I put them in my pocket again. I would hide them in the treasure chest in my basement and then it was time to gather more dirt before returning to my cave. I still had a lot of work to do.
Sketching my boy Elian!
Sketching again (for once)!
(this was supposed to be a warm-up but it just served as a painstaking reminder that my tablet is outdated, Win10 doesn’t support it anymore and I need a new one.)
