Sany creates

For my art and also for occasional photos and writing

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Apparently I can ask myself.

Well, kind of.

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Lizlard.

Iko Ak-Taro, he/hunter.

Hunting archer, ceremonial archery teacher, farmer, animator.

Respectable, responsible, robust. Has mastery with two different extremely strong bows.

Inspired by @blumineck

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Colour study. Alt shadows under cut.

Yes, a rose, two lilies and a cabbage.

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Got a new whumpee in Terracotta. Please be kind to Terracotta.

Added a tag in editing.

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Fell!Reclusa has braided wires.

Cordelia by @mavis-la-tarte-aux-pommes

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BloodMary nation, please consider.

There's an Eridian named Tofu. And they despise Simon for no reason.

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Stars are so beautiful.

Had an idea to cosplay Ryland Grace (and Rocky!) out of things in my wardrobe. Daylight version and what I have used under cut.

Candlemaker hair

Nature wave mask (Grace waterworks)

Chill sunbather glasses

Nostalgic sparkling parent cape + black/red dye

Ascetic monk outfit (I also have a red sash version, didn't think it fit as well)

Days of treasure boots

Days of colour crab kite + yellow/red (I believe I did them in this order) and green/teal (definitely this order)

Hope you like it.

And yes, the first screenshot is the Little Prince area. Foxes and stars.

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A fox, the Moon and some roses.

Heard a blue-throated nightingale, but these are the two best photos of them

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Wrong blog:/

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Lizlard

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Sudden thought:

Eridians would definitely appreciate "The Malachite Box", and may or may not have something similar (fairy/folk tales about minerals and mountain spirits).

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Half-asleep thought up that Eridians would make computers. And there would be games. Among them there could be something like Minecraft. Just with Eridian life. And maybe more realistic geology.

I find it kind of funny. A sandbox turning into alien edutainment.

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Happy pride, I guess.

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There's AO3 archived on Hail Mary. Grace explains some tropes and tags to Rocky (and/or Adrian).

Like [someone] needs a hug. Or shipping. And then maybe other tags. Oooh boy.

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A misread lead me to think about proverbs/sayings in Eridian.

I have encountered one example in fanfiction so far, "You use three hands to eat" being a strong insult, from Astrobiology immersion program (https://archiveofourown.org/works/82728511), and "lover of life itself" being a phrase for aroace (don't remember where).

There can be "Flip over!" as a "fuck off", partially because eating in Eridians is obscene by the books, partially because that's a bad position.

I wonder if rough or smooth textures are considered more pretty? What would sound better, a highly conductive materia or a pillow? Or is it a layering thing? Would "you blend in with xenonite" be an insult, a weird statement, or a praise? Similarly, metal has a similar reflectivity compared to water (there are bat studies about those). Would little metal beads be a pretty thing? "You echo like the ocean" can certainly be a compliment.

And yes, by the book, there are oceans on Erid. Haven't watched the movie yet, but they were involved in astrophage production for Blip-A.

Different stones of the carapace can be associated with different properties, too. Both on carapaces and as a material. "Sharp like quartz" comes to mind, that is, if eridians associate smartness with sharpness, and even then it can be used in other contexts. Or there can be "smooth/soft like talc" as a description of clothing. I wonder if it's commonly made of asbestos (rock wool) or palygorskite (mountain leather).

"Hotter than an active volcano" is definitely a phrase, maybe as well as "freezing sulfur/iodine" (they have freezing points at around 110-120°C in this pressure [I did check phase diagrams], which is a reasonable point to be very cold considering 210°C being the room temperature; I'm not sure if there will be any free iodine, though), and maybe also "colder than astrophage/biodome" as a newer opposite.

Patchy colours of the Blip-A and the cylinders could be because of crystal grain. And we can discern grain size and packing with basically echo. "Grainy" can be synonymous or related as a word with "shoddy", because fault lines in materials lay between grains most of the time. Answering my earlier question, this might mean that sound-absorbing materials would likely be considered less beautiful, and pumice to be particularly ugly. That can open up doors to insults, like "can't hear a pumice from a quartz/limestone".

"Thrumming by themselves", for oddballs and loners, lost in thoughts.

"Discordant/accordant note" for something/one not fitting -- or fitting. Also a "missing cord", obvious one, too.

Although, for more fun phrases I'd have to speculate about culture and nature (what do Eridians eat as apex predators?). Not at this hour, I think.

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There is this "nighttime metro excursion, repair depot and retro trains" in my city. And me (and my mom) finally got to it.

There is some liminality to the depot's area once we are inside it. But not in a scary way, more as a "What's there?" way. One that calls to explore. One that makes me want to be a smug and curious crow or a flickery fluttery bat or an ever-careful sparrow or maybe a mouse. Last one is a bad idea because there are cats that roam there. Ever the sentinels of the unknown.

You know, there is some... Fear? I sometimes feel near large machinery. Cars, too, especially when they move slowly, I think "oh, that's a fren". And when I was running between trains, I felt it especially. Maybe like a mouse between friendly sleepy snakes. Or something like that.

Just tell me it's not an eldritch location.

They are soo huge, 33 tons per cart (an experimentally derived weight, meaning they are perfect for their jobs). But they are friends. Follow their rules and everyone will be safe. Like... Friendly eldritch beings, I guess. Or maybe angels. Secular angels in the mundane, in the daily commute. Metro is a castle for the working class. And it does look like a castle in many of its stations. A castle. Or maybe a temple. People are getting married there, too, like in a temple, and there are portraits in glass and mosaics and statues. Mostly of workers. Blue collars. People who were building it.

And then there was a second half of the excursion, a ride inside such a creature, smaller, only 3 carts, and reconstructed after the first metro trains. It is bright and soft and friendly, it hums and sings and its paws collide with the ground. A cute angel. Their modernmost colleagues are sleek and efficient and beautiful in a future brought into today kind of way. And completely mundane at the same time.

But the metro trains are like erythrocytes. They run through the veins of the city, which is kind of a beast in itself. People were living in those veins. And the beast is warm and breathing -- the city has a climate of its own. Every inhale is air getting pumped into the metro to cool and vent it. Every exhale is a high wind on the platform. There are brains and muscles and nerves and, well, blood and lymph. There are ads of "two hearts" in the metro because of a quirky overlap of two lines. They beat. They rumble.

The night is coming to a close. I'm weirdly cheery and happy and there is a pause. The angel leaves and turns around. We wave goodbye. There is a question section. We see a platelet running by, then another.

We exit the metro. I see a being that's also angelic in a way -- a bat, chasing bugs around the nearby mall. Me (and my mom) go home on foot because there is no reasonable transport at 2 AM. And there are nightingales all around, triumphing with their tiny little bird bodies over the noisy 6-laner in the middle of the night. Aren't they angelic voices? I prefer thrushes and starlings, but those are nightingales singing for beauty.

Another bat. Baby thrushes. A crow. Tomtits and finches. They sing, nightingales go quiet. The morning is good. And I'm home. And I'm tired.

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I did a thing. Was inspired by my own calming doodles pencil on paper.

Looks much better as a timelapse (under cut).

I made mistakes in the beginning, thus setting up the magic took longer than drawing it.