Valitar and Marijar chilling together after body switch incident. Didn’t draw them for a while.
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Valitar and Marijar chilling together after body switch incident. Didn’t draw them for a while.
Few old pencil arts not to leave this place empty. All of them - illustrations to “Buried Alive” story - alternative biography of Zeratul (Valitar). Protoss anatomy (especially hands) is referenced from Brood War arts and cinematics. Young Zeratul and Razsagal Valitar and Marijar exploring a dark mnemocrystal Valitar and Takotos in Conclave library Valitar and Zeratul as shadow of his future Valitar and Marijar at the Gateway to Shakuras Valitar meets Raszgal for the first time Valitar’s arbiter Ksakhor orbiting Aiur Asaler and Tamenla The story can be read here in Russian. https://archiveofourown.org/works/14280408/chapters/32940252
Marijar, sad as ever, and randomly dressed Hawken (OC of @moderatelysaneart) trying to cheer him up. Just trying to put some humor into my depression - funniest thing I guess is that actual meeting of these two is almost impossible.
I have no idea what to draw. I’m dead and empty inside, totally done and out of inspiration. Because reasons. So when I look inside myself I see only... something like this. Valitar and Marijar in childhood, younger is 6 y.o., elder is 13. One loves his brother and desperately wants some emotional response, the other is all inside himself, his multiple complexes and sociophobia. No connection to Khala yet (in my universe little protoss are capable to enter the great unity only when they’re around 40 - before it is not only too difficult due to insufficient length of nerve cords, but simply dangerous to their unformed personality), and therefore no understanding between these two. A little family drama.
Marijar’k’Ara and Ariko’k’Ara. A very odd sketch with another awful coloring, but still it has its idea.
My further experiments with coloring brought me to drawing this scene - very young Marijar (bout 10 years old here) talking to Takotos after reunification - few years before he spent under guidance of Algineria, but couldn’t stop feeling childish affection to his first mentor, whom he even used to call ‘father’. It’s difficult to explain its dramatic context without translating my entire fanfiction into English, but... I hope the atmosphere is enough.