#finlaiy

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some people dont know that i am both Raoul and Finlaiy (in the sense that i own both of them) and treat me differently on these two characters ... it’s a bit odd and sad, really. to be treated better on one character and lesser on another, just because they don’t know those two characters ARE you.

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fjura is my super forgetful arch heretic. hes unable to retain memories for no longer than a few hours at most and refers to people by the color of their eyes (finlaiy is called mr snow, because white eyes). sometimes he recalls things in dreams, and i guess this time he was able to retain that specific memory long enough to come running to finn and tell him. shortly after this conversation he immediately forgets it.... finn is big concern but the only thing he can do is listen tbh :c

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i made a Nyaint Saint cat stitch!! and all his little dumb relics and even his calypse wand but amazingly i forgot that clerics use shields and i didnt stitch it in!! mindblowing

i call him my main so people wont ask me questions (you dont have a main?!?!? blasphemy!!!!), but i rarely ever draw him. bc i feel like, compared to all my other kids, he has the plainest look.. and his hair is stupid. i love him regardless, he’s probably the kid i write about the most in recent times. plus he’s like my only healer who apparently heals all of my other dnkids whenever they done fuked up in their stories LOL

im aware that his eyes are white in the screenshot but blue in the stitch, i had to substitute the color for obvious reasons. if i stitched white eyes against white fur he would have no eyes. 

your cat version is fat because you’re a noble and you’re well fed, idiot 

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submission for DNDC’s holiday contest... initially wanted to draw/write a happier story w yura giving street kids gifts in that 2013 xmas cosu but. since i was already in the topic of street kids, why not this instead. 

the one posted on DC itself is an edited ver (also low res bc i printscreened my canvas and edited that screenshot; i couldnt post the actual art bc the file was too big for discord kek, even my story was way too long for dc so that was cut off too): 

ill write a separate post thats probably gonn be a wall of text later bc i gotta thank all the people who had to put up w me while i was doing this and some rambles lmfao but uh 

story here: 

Most street children dared not approach adventurers; they'd been met with enough hostility in the past to know not to repeat their mistakes. But this one, no, she'd immediately raced towards him that one summer, simply out of curiosity for his earrings.

''Pretty! Do you think I could wear one?'' she stood on her tiptoes.

When he bent over to pat her head, he noticed the bruises littering her limbs.

''...When you are older I will buy them for you.''

The second time they met she pointed at the cross on his coat, so he told her of the Goddess, of Her kindness and love for all the living, and she asked him if She loved the ones that had gone too. He answered yes, and she beamed in delight. ''She's beautiful. One day, I'll be a female cleric.''

There was no third time.

And there she lay, the same dusty girl in tattered rags who dreamt of star-shaped earrings and the Clergy, frozen solid on the alleyway ground. She probably decided to lie down before heading into city centre to marvel at Saint Haven's massive, decorated tree. She probably thought it'd be a short nap.

But winter is merciless and unforgiving. It takes without prejudice. Yet, like a small angel, with flecks of snow landing softly on her matted hair and motionless body, she looked at peace.

He was a Saint and he couldn't save her. His heart was shrinking fast into a void and his head spun from the rush of emotions, but he couldn't afford to dwell in sadness over the dead. Not this one, he thought, staring at her face. Her lips, though pale and shrivelled, was curved into a faint smile.

If even in death she smiles, then who is he to shed a tear over her passing?

At the very least she deserved to be sent off with proper blessings, so he bent over her small body, just like their first encounter, and bid her farewell.

''Merry Christmas, little one. May the Goddess take your hand in Hers, and bring you where you will never again feel cold.''

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looking through my old screenshots..... ill just put these up here so that if i lose my whole screenie folder again at least i have some i kept here.. :’^)