#magic gang

[hermesserpent-stuff]

From @draw-the-squad-like-this post: here

Magic gang!

(i cant draw cars)

[artisticdragons]

Week 2 of drawtober! I’m having a lot of fun with this sumi brush, and also the designs in general Ive also enjoyed slotting my magic gang characters into fitting prompts!  This week there’s W as day 10, and Jade as day 11.

I’m thinking of putting up some of the new designs for adoption when this is over, maybe? I’ve gotten attached to some but I wouldn’t want for the rest to sit around unused

[hotel-apathy]

[hermesserpent-stuff]

magic gang!!

[hermesserpent-stuff]

loki out here with hair i would fight a man for. But not this man. cause he's just a little meow meow.

also little doctor strange and mysterio in the corner. the magic gang! in which only two actually have used real magic. lol.

[vellichor-virgo]

manuscript search lxiii

i’m still not super active atm because of school, but i wanted to do a word search today! this one is from @solipsism-lemonade, thanks for the tag <3

my words are thick, mask, pinch, wrap, and vintage

thick (from night’s daughter v1):

As I enter the gorge, the ground begins to tilt sharply downwards. Thick roots and rocks serve as footholds, but I’m sure to be careful all the same. I’ve stumbled and fallen here enough times to know that it is unwise to be hasty in this part of the forest. I have a permanent reminder in the form of a jagged white scar that streaks up the back of my calf like a bolt of lightning—earned when I, full of fifteen-year-old impatience, once neglected to take care and slipped all the way to the bottom of the valley, tearing my leg open on the sharp rocks.

mask (from night’s daughter v0. i actually completely forgot this scene existed, wow. i think this is one of my new favourite celiana moments)

[very very mild TW for romance? there’s nothing implicitly romantic here, but there sure are some undercurrents]

I swallow hard, trying to get my racing heartbeat under control. I cannot lose myself here, not with Iliana watching me so closely. “That still doesn’t answer my question,” I force out. “Why do you want me?”

For a split second, something in Iliana’s face seems to slip. Her gaze drops to her hand—to the braided gold of the ring around her little finger—before she jerks it back up to me, her expression settling once more into its mask of remote calm.

“Because, Celena,” she says, eyes more knowing than ever, “I don’t think I’m the only one who wants to know things.”

Another gust of memory sweeps into my head: the two of us in a dark room, the tiny space between us scented with cinnamon and clove; her eyes holding mine, depthless, endless. The whispered question that seemed to tear me raw.

What is it that you have lost, Celena?

pinch (from laid bare, my unfinished drea & kina piece):

Then [Adreanna] tilts her head back and lets out a long, heavy exhale, as though she’s been holding her breath. Even her sigh sounds musical, lovelier than the sound of leaves whispering in the wind.

“It’s the moon,” she says. Akina follows her gaze to the sky, where it seems to stare down at them like a glittering white eye. “My head has been buzzing all day. I couldn’t focus on a single thing. I had to get away.” She casts a cautious sidelong look at Akina. She’s nervous, Akina realizes abruptly, with a sharp pinch of surprise. Adreanna is never nervous, but she has also never talked about her powers like this. She has never opened up like this at all.

wrap (from night’s daughter v0; this happens directly before the excerpt for ‘mask’)

“You may find it in your best interest to join me.”

[...] “And why is that?”

I’m not sure I like that gleam in [Iliana’s] eye. When she speaks, her voice is little more than a murmur, although her words are anything but gentle. “If someone in the court wants the crown so badly that they tried to take me out, who do you think is going to be next?” Her hint of a smile is decidedly unpleasant. “The mysterious, pretty girl from Eilim who spends all her time with the crown prince seems like a good target.”

A cold wave washes over me. “They wouldn’t—”

“Wouldn’t they?” Her eyes pierce into me, intense and blinding as the sun. She’s no longer smiling.

In the pursuit of power, a person can do anything.

What I feel wrapping around my heart is not disbelief, but the slow, creeping tendrils of fear.

vintage

i'll tag @willowiswriting @kaiusvnoir @albatris @akindofmagictoo @zmlorenz @drippingmoon @chaotic-queer-disaster @rose-bookblood @thanatostouch and anyone else who wants to play!

new words: creep, heavy, swallow, and open

[vellichor-virgo]

manuscript search lxi

i’ve decided to challenge myself to fill out at least one tag game every day. today’s comes courtesy of @akindofmagictoo <3

my words are green, grey, glare, and gleam

green (from night’s daughter v0; extended just to really hammer in how iconic this entrance is):

“What’s happening here?” a silken voice breaks in.

Cool relief flooding through me, I send up a silent thanks to whatever god sent the distraction and turn around to behold my saviour.

Iliana approaches from behind the group of girls, every movement graceful, deliberate, and teeming with unshakeable confidence. Not just confidence—arrogance, so much of it she is practically dripping with it.

Gone is her green velvet dress from earlier in the day. Now she wears a plunging gown black as night, the bodice seemingly moulded to her willowy figure while the skirt fans out in layers of ruffled, glittering fabric. The black gown is accented with touches of brilliant golden jewelry: cuffs circling each arm, a series of chokers around her slender throat, earrings dangling from her ears that wink like earthbound stars. Her tawny-brown hair streams down her back, left unbound save for several strands woven into a circlet of braids around the crown of her head.

grey x2 (jasper!! from the nd x dragonsong crossover, which i need to get working on again soon):

Where am I? How did I get here?

“It’s alright,” says an unfamiliar male voice, startling me. My head jerks in the direction of the voice. A low pulse of panic goes through me at the sight of the man standing beside the bed. He’s tall and bearded, with tanned skin and greying dark hair. His face is stern, but there’s something like concern in his grey eyes as he looks down at me. “It’s alright,” he repeats. “You’re alright.”

glare (from my unfinished magic gang christmas piece):

Leo listened until [Nik’s] footsteps faded down the stairs before he levelled Caelan with a glare. “This is a new low, even for you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Caelan said evenly.

“Give it up. I might not be able to lie, but I know bullshit when I hear it. Especially your bullshit.”

“How dare you accuse me of—”

“Of faking sick in a shitty attempt to get out of Secret Santa, because you haven’t bought your present yet?” Leo interrupted.

Caelan opened his mouth, then shut it again.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

gleam (from night’s daughter v0):

I drift over to the table, but only end up picking at the food before pushing it away, too unsettled to eat. Outside, the moon gleams over a wash of stars in an odd, almost-full shape—waning after the eclipse. I can hardly believe that was only three days ago.

My old life feels too close and, at the same time, too far away.

i'll tag @chaotic-queer-disaster @talesofsorrowandofruin @sleepy-night-child @oh-no-another-idea @asomeoneperson @ashen-crest @albatris and whoever else would like to join in!

new words: life, left, look, and lie

[artisticdragons]

So medibang paint has a Timelapse feature now!