Encyclopedia Lyndztanica

Hi I'm Lyndz & welcome to my sketchblog.

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Donate to Standing with Tiffany Through Tough Times, organized by Laura East

I'm posting this GoFundMe on behalf of my cousin Tiffany. As some of y'all may or… Laura East needs your support for Standing with Tiffany T

Not to get all family on main but my cousin's having a real rough time of it in this economy and her family has simply decided she is not worthy of support because [reasons she annoys them] even though she's got two kids. Reblogs are appreciated!

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🛡️Preorders Open Countdown🛡️

Attention all,

Preorders for Victory, Vigilance, Sacrifice: A Dragon Age Zine open TOMORROW on July 11th!

Stay vigilant on our page for the shop link and previews to be posted.

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Fresh from a week long vacation I bring you... a preview of my piece for @dutysupportzine!! Good ol' Severian from the ALC questlines (and someone else?) If you like what you see here (and from other contributors) pre-order here!: duty-support-zine.bigcartel.com

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🛡️COVER REVEAL🛡️

Greetings Wardens!

We are thrilled to reveal the cover for Victory, Vigilance, Sacrifice: A Dragon Age Zine! Preorders open soon, on July 11th!

Cover Illustrated by Saint Rook

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⚔️Contributor Reveal - Death Artists and Writers ⚔️

Introducing @hisseri, fumyalien, Bridgit Connell, @lilyvickart, cynvii, @lomakes, @pinkfadespirit, @citronellals, @estuschan, @lyndztanica, @jaynotnow, @sscaredssheep, Sandal, @nen-the-pigeon, @twilightoftheapprentice, @blackwallmancer, @librivore42, Kata Kane, our artists and writers for the In Peace section!

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Illumone

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Fumyalien

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Bridgit Connell

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Lily Vick

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Cynvii

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Leo Jones

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Pinkfadespirit

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Citronellals

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Estuschan

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Hon

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Ellen

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Nick

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Sandal

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Nen the Pigeon

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Beyondthesea

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InkyInGreen

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Libri

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Kata Kane

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really not a fan of how the legal status of my aunt and uncle remains on a knife's edge when they're both 70+ and have children born here.

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FFVII Revelation announcement has me once again declaring that Tifa is best girl

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got inspired to make a meme of an FFX AU with Merrick and @mirkemenagerie 's Augustine where Gus is an Al Bhed summoner and Merrick is her lone beleaguered, unsent guardian who was a warrior monk at the Bevelle Temple. they are the worst to ever do it, truly.

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testing out a new season fit for July courtesy of @like-binary-stars

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Merrick tarot comm for Lyndztanica on bsky 🌊

I just loved working in all the blue tones again and adding all the curving lines. I also just love when I get to draw a character with wavy hair! Thank you so much for giving me a chance to draw these with Merrick!

I'm doing comms like this, info here!

Process under the cut

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⚔️CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT⚔️

A round of applause to our next contributor @lyndztanica who will be joining us as a page artist!

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one drop remained

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“Merrick.”

The din of the Stables fell away at the sound of his name. Machines hissed, clicked and groaned, but all that was background static. Nicholas had that effect on people. Merrick couldn’t recall a time his eldest brother said his name and it didn’t feel like a warning. And to turn around to see him here elevated it to a threat.

“This is surprising of you. Brother,” he said, and couldn’t mask his face. Something his brother took note of, and smiled.

Nicholas was only taller than him by a few centimeters with hair a few shades darker, the same freckles and same blue eyes. The resemblance was incredibly close, but all Merrick ever felt as the youngest brother was small. Nicholas was like gravity; you had to run far to escape the pull. Lysander didn’t stop until he made it to Ispahsalar. Leaving Merrick here, alone in the mech bay with a sinking feeling in his gut and no one else in earshot. In the back of his mind he knew he was 19. He may as well be 9 again.

“My Council meeting ended early. It’s not so far to stop by the College before heading home.”

Nicholas never visited campus. Nicholas never visited him. His blood ran cold – Merrick turned around to tend to a newly parked chassis, glowing orange from heat. “Ah. Apologies. Drills ran long today, funny enough. I have to run a coolant check on mine.” This didn’t deter Nicholas in the slightest. Merrick heard his footsteps echo like thunder.

“Never fret little brother. Rarely do we get a moment alone together, right? We can chat while you finish up and then head home for dinner.” Nicholas remarked, two steps away which was two steps too close.

“Sure. If you like.” Merrick said, daring to glance sidelong for a second. “Any interesting goings on at the capital lately?”

“There? Not at all,” his brother scoffed, laughing,” One thing you ought to learn about politics little brother is ‘interesting’ is often coupled with violence. Otherwise it all moves very, very slowly.”

Merrick never heard Nicholas lean in. “But what about you, little brother? How was last night?”

Merrick looked at him, blood draining from his face. Every sentence got lost halfway to his lips. Nicholas would either know he was lying or wouldn’t be satisfied with the explanation. Regurgitating a statement was meaningless. Even last night as he froze out the study he knew; at one point his father had looked towards the door.  Something had drawn his father’s gaze to the hall way to lock eyes on his youngest child without seeing him.

Nicholas standing here and edging closer was proof of that, putting an arm around Merrick’s shoulder. There was nothing but command in the gesture.

“Did I surprise you?”

“Surprised me that you came here.”

“You sound disappointed. Why’s that?”

Merrick furrowed his brow at his brother, scraping up a crumb of will to push back. “None of it bothers you? What you’re suggesting?”

“What I’m suggesting means preservation of a level of status we’ve all grown up enjoying, Merrick. What do you think got Lysander that prize post with Glass, hm? What do you think will get you in First Chapter besides piloting skills?” Nicholas asked, looking away from his baby brother and to the superheated machine before them. “What I’m saying is you have dreams. Your own notions of how to serve the family and the House in a way that contents you. This is my way of making sure those can happen. As the eldest I want that for you.”

“—But it’s treason, Nick.”

“Is it worse than the dissolution of societal structures in place for millennia, Merry?”

“By definition, yes.”

“Calendula by definition of the times was also a traitor. It was history who vindicated her actions.”

“And the New Federation fell apart—“

“Thanks to foreigners from our ancestors’ home world.”

There was no good immediate rebuttal to that, and Nicholas still had a strong arm around his shoulders. He took advantage of his little brother’s reticence.

“I’m sorry you’re disappointed. I know we were never close, not like you and Lys. I was always jealous of you two.” Nicholas looked at him again, almost with genuine hurt. “But your support matters to me Merry. If we succeed I’d make you a kavaliere. The Royal Prime suits you.”

“What. What are you asking?”

“I want you with me. Father’s not getting any younger, and you’re growing up.” He paused. “It’d save you from a marriage obligation for a few years, you know.”

He wasn’t sure if it was anger – deep seated resentment built up over the course of his childhood. Or maybe the acceptance Lysander wasn’t here to mediate anymore. Or maybe he was tired of veiled threats, of a promised stick if he rejected the carrot. There was just a sense of calm courage when he looked Nicholas in the eye and spoke his resolve.

“I’m not—“

The next few moments were a blur. There was Nicholas, suddenly enraged. The sense of being knocked off balance and moved unwillingly, and then half his face was on fire, pressed against hot metal and skin searing instantly. His screams were what drew college staff over. Merrick saw black.

It was three days later before he saw anything else – faces, blurry but familiar.

“There’s my little boy.” His mother, at least looking the part of relieved. Then again, perhaps she was – her hair looked unkempt. Practically unheard of for her, really. She picked up his hand to hold it, thumb rubbing against his palm.

“I wouldn’t try to talk right now, Merrick,” she said, “The burns went deep. Internal tissue, according to the doctor. She said you were lucky to survive. Therapy later can help, in a few weeks. As it is it’s going to scar so they need that to heal first.”  She patted his hand when he began to shake. It’s going to scar. I wouldn’t try to talk.

“I’m so sorry dear. What a terrible accident, and at the college of all places. They should know better to risk students like that.” When he started to cry, she dabbed his cheeks. She never held him any closer, and his brother and father never came at all. They’d already said their piece, after all.

Weeks later, when the scar tissue stopped feeling so new and sensitive to the touch, he said his first words.

“I’ve decided to join the Xenoglossia.”

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“Were I to guess, either you fear losing something or you fear the cloister.”