My bestie and I designed her main OC! I'm surprisingly happy with how everything came together, especially the details. Details in Genshin designs always give me a hard time...
In an attempt to pull myself out of my creative grave, I decided to quickly draw a Meet the Artist this year. I have a bad habit of occasionally skipping it, but this year I continued tradition of drawing it in May
Perhaps because I watched the new episode late at night during anxiety attack (sort of??), but for some reason I got the clear feeling that Jax isn't human, but a second AI, and we were pretty clearly hinted at this several times.
First, when he said he was "incapable" of abstracting, eh?
Second, when he ran away from Kinger's explanation and was "Oh, it's all true." and feeling panic again.
Third, when they strip him of his "character" skin during the cast's torture scene.
I heard a theory that Jax might be an NPC, and there are definitely a lot of suspicious details surrounding him, but what if he's "Abel"? Perhaps Cain brought him to the circus for some purpose and reprogrammed him to think he's a messed-up dude, or perhaps gave him the memories/personality of someone from the circus who had already abstracted.
I've never been in the active part of the fandom that solves mysteries, but this feeling was so strong after the episode that I wanted to say it out loud.
Week two with @mistria69min!
Week two's theme is favorite bachelor/bachelorette
I didn't even have time to do a lazy shading because drawing men is HARD and I couldn't get Ryis to look like Ryis...
But finally, here he is! When I first got this dialogue during my first summer in Mistria, my heart melted. I'm definitely going to marry him as soon as I get the chance.
Real missed opportunity in not making Caldarus a beefy weathered mysterious hunk instead of another pretty boy. Maybe its just the anime art style and my preference but I really wish Hayden wasn't the only bigger bachelor or the only one with facial hair.
Week one: farmer introduction!
(I cheated a little and used my old template for the background. But I did draw it myself by hand once, so that counts!!!)
My farmer, Feray. Having to work off the debts of her runaway ex-boyfriend, she was deeply exhausted by the time she found Adeline's offer. This agreement was her first glimmer of hope after two years of hard, thankless work as a waitress in a popular tavern for adventurers.
I finished the mines' storyline in one day and bought myself a new keyboard, so to celebrate, I decided to try writing something again! I wanted to post it all at once, but ran out of energy, so only six pieces for now. I hope there will be a second part.
English isn't my first language, I used machine translation and and edited it as best I could. Also, I still haven't completed the 8 Hearts event for half the characters, so I may be missing some information.
Farmer!Reader x bachelors/bachelorettes
Mostly fluff and romance; established relationships; some suggestive hints of nudity, but no spicy details. Spoilers for 4th Major update! Reader's gender is not specified.
After completing your grand adventure in the mines, you feel satisfied, but terribly tired. When you return to the farm, your worried partner is already waiting for you there. You decide to tell them the whole story in detail, so you two go to…
…the fields of Mistria
After removing the last piece of armor, you finally lay down in the field's clearing, and at that moment a deep, relaxed sigh escaped your lips. The aching fatigue that had gripped your back and legs was gradually receding. You had absolutely no desire to get up anytime soon. After such an adventure as today, the clearing felt almost like a well-fluffed featherbed, and the grass around it was in no worse than silken sheets. The fresh air filled your lungs and calmed your mind, displacing the adrenaline from the events you had just experienced.
Сeline sat next to you, her side pressed slightly against yours. After hearing the whole story, her gaze wandered somewhere across the fields that stretched out before you. Her fingers absentmindedly played with the fabric of her skirt, betraying the anxious state of her thoughts.
"Oh, petal, I wish I could help you more," she muttered. "If only I knew how much you carry on your shoulders…"
"Celine," you gently took her hand, stopping her from fiddling with the poor fabric any further. "It's okay. You helped me a lot, even though you didn't know the whole truth."
"But I didn't do anything, did I?" she asked, a little incredulously, but a blush had already touched her cheeks.
"How about your herbal teas? And how your advice helped me save the garden while I was too busy rescuing dragons in the mines? And how you hold me close when I was exhausted? Celine, you are my miracle."
Without hesitation, you gently pulled her closer. She squeaked in surprise and collapsed on top of you. After a moment of confusion, an embarrassed, but clearly happy, giggle rang out. God, how you loved her sweet little laugh. After a brief hesitation, Celine carefully shifted so she could rest her head comfortably on your chest. The pleasant weight of her body and the scent of her hair grounded you in the most wonderful way, allowing you to truly rest. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, lightly squeezing, and then you let out another contented sigh.
…the bridge on the Western Road
You sat down on the riverbank and dipped your bare feet into the water, letting cool current wash away all your fatigue. Your greaves, like the rest of your armor, lay nearby. Even though it wasn't heavy, you still felt a sense of relief when you took it all off. The sun had almost set. The turbulent events of the previous day were fading away, leaving you with a quiet evening and timid stars in the lilac haze of twilight.
Balor rustled his boot buckles and then joined you. He immediately shivered at the cool sensation on his skin, and something in his expression suggested he was regretting his decision. You couldn't help but giggle.
"When I first met you here, I had no idea things would turn out like this." His nostalgic gaze slid toward the bridge. You nodded silently, also feeling that warm feeling in your chest. For a couple of minutes, you quietly gazed at the very place where you'd first met.
"Me too. This isn't exactly what I signed up for when I accepted the invitation to move here."
"Do you regret getting involved in all this?"
You turned to him. It was as if you saw the reflection of the starlight in his eyes. You always liked this little playful sparkles that lit up when he looked at something shiny. A slight smile played on his lips. But not his signature charming grin he flashed at everyone. This one was softer. More sincere. A special one he'd saved just for you.
"No, not at all. It was hard, but it was worth it to come to Mistria. And to meet you."
You moved a little closer, resting your head on his shoulder. For a moment, he froze, almost instinctively. Then, slowly, the tense muscles relaxed. He shifted slightly, so you can lean on him comfortably.
"Hmm," he sighed, as if considering your words, letting them sink in. "I'm a traveling merchant, after all. We could have met anywhere, without having to fight monsters or make pacts with dragons."
Ah, he dares to tease. You snorted, feeling his chest bounce slightly with a quiet chuckle. Touché.
"But we met here and now!" you declared stubbornly.
He chuckled softly, his breath warm in your hair. He pressed his cheek to the top of your head, inhaling deeply.
"As you say, jewel."
It really didn't matter why the roads had led you here. The important thing was that you were now walking this path together.
…the bathhouse
The hot water gently envelops your tired muscles, warming and caressing them. Just what you need after a long, eventful day. You felt the tension leave your body, giving way to the bliss that only a good bath can provide. The thick steam curled around you, filled with the scent of sweet oils. Juniper slowly sat onto the stone edge behind you, her smooth legs gently gliding over your shoulders.
"Close your eyes," she said in a commanding tone, but you heard notes of tenderness beneath the façade.
Something splashed near your ear, and you smelled cherries and vanilla. Then Juniper's hands touched your head. Her dexterous, slender fingers gently massaged the fragrant lather into your hair, sharp manicure pleasantly scratching scalp, sending shivers down your spine. "Mmm, you're amazing," you sighed blissfully.
"I know," she chuckled. "Just don't get used to it, okay? This is special treatment for saving the town and all."
You smiled, but said nothing. Juniper was still herself, even after everything that had happened between you. And that was exactly what you liked about her. And oh, you weren't even going to complain, especially while she was pampering you like this. A comfortable silence fell for a couple of minutes. You basked in your girlfriend's gentle touch as she thoroughly washed your hair. Juniper was a witch, of course, but the magic she was performing now was clearly nothing compared to all the spells you'd encountered.
"And by the way," she suddenly broke the silence, her voice calm and businesslike. This wasn't good. "After the flow of magic stabilized, I sense a significant shift in the energies around. I plan to preform several experiments soon, and you, pretty thing, will be my test subject again. So be sure to clear your schedule."
"Ah, so you're just coaxing to participate in your evil witch doings. And here I thought you loved me," you sighed dramatically, pressing your cheek against her knee.
"Don't be ridiculous," she snorted. It was unclear which half of your sentence this comment referred to. Perhaps both.
You giggled contentedly and, without looking, caught her hand to pull it to your lips for a kiss. However, along with the softness of her velvety skin, you also tasted the bitter taste of shampoo, and your face instantly grimaced. “Fool,” she sighed, but with endless affection in her voice, generously pouring water on you.
…the Summit
Your day had already been eventful and exhausting, but you still decided to go to the summit to watch the sunset. By the end of the climb, your legs were aching with fatigue, so when you finally reached your destination, you breathed a loud sigh of relief. Hurrying to remove your armor, you settled near the edge of the summit. Forests, rivers, fields, and the small from the distant, toy-like towers of the capital, lie before you. The view from here was always breathtaking. However, March was clearly more interested in your new armor. You always knew he'd been eager to examine it properly even when it was in the museum. Of course, touching the valuable exhibit wasn't allowed. You smiled as he turned the helmet over in his hands, appreciating all the details and the craftsmanship. His eyes sparkled with delight, and his tanned cheeks had that charming flush that appeared when he was delighted with something but didn't want to admit it out loud. Cute.
"Hun, are you saying this armor magically adjusted to your size when you put it on?"
"Exactly. I have witnesses!"
It was funny that, of all your long history, the one that impressed him most was the armor-related episode. Funny, but not surprising, knowing March.
"Crazy. No, absolutely everything you told me about magic and dragons is crazy, but this—it's simply incredible."
He carefully placed the helmet on the grass, and then finally moved closer to you. Your shoulders touched as you both watched the sun gradually set and the sky turn orange and pink.
"You know, I really underestimated you. Just think how much you've actually done…"
"Wow, are you going to apologize for being rude?" you teased, lightly nudging him in the side with your elbow.
"What? No way!" he snorted, blushing even more. "You had to earn my trust, and you did, good job. But I won't apologize!"
You laughed, watching his ears redden as quickly as the setting sun. You couldn't resist kissing his rosy cheek, earning a disgruntled grunt. His strong arm darted to grab your shoulders, tugging a bit sharply so you buried your face in his chest. It didn't help muffle your laughter, ringing over the summit.
…the Sleeping Dragon Inn
You settled comfortably on the small sofa in Reina's room, finally stretching out your legs among the pillows. After such a difficult and eventful day, being horizontal was a dream come true. A buzz of voices filled the air outside the door; most likely, the entire town had gathered in the hall to discuss what had just happened. You knew they were talking about you and the dragons, but you were in no hurry to get up and face all the questions. Not today. Although it was a bit fun to hide there and eavesdrop on snatches of enthusiastic chatter. You felt like a naughty child, hiding right under their noses.
The doors opened quietly, and Reina slipped inside cautiously, glancing around to make sure no one was following her. She held a plate of some fragrant dish in her hands, and your stomach immediately rumbled from the smell alone.
"Your belly sounds like a dragon's growl. Poor thing, you must be so hungry after everything that happened!" She placed the plate on the table. There was a generous portion of your favorite dish, hot, clearly fresh from the stove. It seemed it wasn't on the menu today.
"Did you make this for me?"
"Of course, pudding, you deserve a nice treat after saving the town!"
She watched with a smile as you eagerly ate, quickly shoving bite after bite into your mouth. Her eyes were warm and gentle, just like the fire burning in the hearth beneath the cauldron. The food was incredibly delicious, and you weren't entirely sure if it was because you were really hungry and tired or because it was prepared by the caring hands of your talented girlfriend.
"Should I get you anything else?" she asked as you pushed your empty plate away with a contented sigh.
"No, thank you, I'm full. Although.. I do want dessert. A special one!"
Without hesitation, you extend your arms, inviting her into a hug. She giggles and eagerly plops down on the couch next to you. She enthusiastically wriggle a bit before her arms finally wrapped tightly around your waist.
"A special cuddle from the chief," Reyna giggled, resting her head on your shoulder.
"Send the chief my compliments," you play along, kissing the top of her head.
…the Sweetwater farm
Your armor glittered in the sunlight, lying in a stack of fragrant hay. You lay in the next stack, your hands behind your head, finally relaxing after everything. You felt warm and calm, the rays of the setting sun came through the windows, touching your face with golden rays. Atmosphere around was quiet, only the distant sounds of animals coming from somewhere on the fields outside. The simplicity of farm atmosphere felt like a treasure after all the epic and magical things that had happened to you today. Henrietta shifted around in the hay next to you, fiddling with her paws, trying to get comfortable. Finally, with a short, disgruntled cluck, she busily climbed right onto your chest. The warmth of her soft feathers only made everything better. You smiled and gently stroked her back, allowing her to settle in as she pleased. Hayden lay nearby, thoughtfully chewing on an ear of wheat and watching the two of you with a smile.
"To think of all the miracles that have been happening next door all this time," he laughed, his voice velvety and deep. Then he frowned slightly. "But I still don't like that you did all this alone. What if you'd gotten hurt, pumpkin? Ugh... I would have definitely gotten rid of that stone statue in your garden…"
"I'm fine, I promise," you chuckled and placed your hand on his arm, gently tracing the hard biceps. "It was a difficult task, but my friends took care of me while you couldn't."
Hayden always seemed kind and gentle, but from the steely edge in his voice, you knew he would have really done it if you were in danger. His big heart was full of love for many things—the land, the animals, his neighbors, and especially you. But that same love could also become a threatening force.
"Yeah, right," he laughed a little awkwardly, embarrassed by his own harsh words.
He shifted slightly in the hay next to you and pressed a firm kiss to your forehead. You giggled and wrapped your arms around his strong neck, holding him close. He had to brace his forearms on either side of you to keep his weight from crushing you and Henrietta.
"Just promise me you'll let me take care of you now. Your dragon friends are probably strong, but I want to be close to you."
I've been thinking that I really want to see a knight character in Fields of Mistria. It doesn't matter whether they're active or retired, their gender or age. Someone who could be responsible for the town's security, at least nominally. Yeah, there aren't any visible threats like bandits or something, but I'm missing a some kind of sheriff or at least a quiet protector in the shadows. For example, I'd be very happy if later updates added a character like a seasoned knight who decided to retire in a quiet, peaceful town, or, conversely, an young upstart from the capital who plans to hunt the legendary sleeping dragon of Mistria. Yes, I remember that Terithia is a former sailor and Erol is clearly a strong person who can stand up for his friends and neighbors, but I really want someone with the role of a knight. The game is already great, but it would be nice if someone like that appeared in the future! ✨
Another Demon Slayer OC! I actually came up with her first, but decided to draw them in a different order.
Her name is Fujika. She's the housekeeper at Butterfly Mansion. She handles things like budgeting, buying supplies from merchants, cleaning the estate, and so on, allowing Shinobu to focus on their work as pillar and other important things like studying medicine.
Fujika is an albino, so she wears a hat and gloves when she goes outside to avoid sunburn, and she almost always wears glasses because she has poor eyesight. Fujika is a very polite, well-mannered, and graceful young woman. She always remains calm and in control. She's attentive and kind, always willing to help in any way she can.
She used to be a geisha in a nice okiya, but a few years ago, a demoness took over her okiya. The demoness began luring more men by lowering the prices of the geishas' services and forcing them to behave almost like oiran, which was humiliating for well-mannered women. Fujika, unwilling to part with either her honor or her life, managed to send cry for help to slayers. However, after the battle, the okiya was half-destroyed, and no one wanted to have business with geishas from there because their reputation had been severely damaged by the demoness's actions. Kanae offered her a helping hand, and since then Fujika has been working at the mansion.
I decided to rewatch Demon Slayer and suddenly I was much more drawn in than the first time. So yeah, i'm starting the new year with more lazy OC sketches. This time, though, I decided to try a more dynamic pose, and it suddenly turned out to be a bit difficult. I think I've really lost my touch… oh well, I'll try to fix that.
Anyway, this is Yutori. She's Tengen's tsuguko, currently uses thunder breathing, but she's learning to use sound breathing and modify it to suit her needs because she has synesthesia and hears people, places, and events in a unique way. So, just like Tanjiro can tell if someone is kind and what their mood is by scent, Yutori can hear someone's melody and understand what kind of person they are.
She's bright, artistic, charismatic and bold, and also has a sharp tongue, often saying hurtful or cruel things with a smile on her face. Sometimes it seems like she doesn't take her job seriously, only having fun and cracking jokes when things get dangerous. She can be mean and kinda having fun when slay demons, but she's not a bad person and will never turn her back on a comrade or a people in danger; she just hasn't found what she's fighting for yet.
In high school, she would have been that popular mean girl, haha.
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