#minvember 2023

[tenderspaces]

minvember 2023 palette prompt 6: mercy

a couple re-draws of scenes from "The Very Long Night of Londo Mollari" as a belated prompt fill for the 2023 Minvember art challenge!

[mortalstrife]

Animals! Brutal! They deserve no mercy. Strike them down! Follow them to their base and kill them, all of them!🔺I did not realize similarity was required for the exercise of compassion. They are afraid. We wish only to do what we can.

minvember prompt 3: crowd

[babischlong-six]

Week 3: CROWD

…And what rough beast, its hour come round at last/Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?…

"I never thought there could be anything worse than being all alone in the night."

"But there is. Being all alone in a crowd."

[trykster-maraca]

Minvember 2023

Day 1-5: Prayer

[snapeaddict]

Minvember Day 3 - Dance rehearsal

"Severus, you must help me."

"I am busy."

"Busy doing what, exactly?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"..."

"The fumes, Minerva. I am watching the potion fumes. The thicker it is, the better the result for this experiment."

"I see. I thought you were merely contemplating your laboratory, brooding over the absurdity of life as per usual."

Severus rolled his eyes. He unfolded his arms and took his eyes off the cauldrons that stood a few feet before him, glancing at the deputy headmistress with an unreadable expression.

"How may I be of service?"

"My left foot."

He raised an eyebrow.

"You will have to be more precise."

"It hurts."

Almost imperceptibly, his lips quirked in a sort of twisted, half-repressed smile.

"That is most unfortunate", he merely replied.

"Well, do something about it, you annoying man!"

"I do not see how. Certainly Poppy is the one qualified-"

"You know how she is! She might talk - tell Albus -"

Severus leaned comfortably against the nearest work-table. He could have been filing his nails for all that mattered; he looked especially unbothered, with a cunning and satisfied expression patiently waiting to move each of the carefully trained muscles of his face.

"Tell Albus what?" he asked.

His voice, as usual very smooth, was a steady mix of amusement and faked ignorance.

Minerva sighed heavily. She looked over her shoulder, then replied:

"You know he stepped over my foot the whole evening. And the day before. And the day before that."

"Really? But I thought you were an experienced waltz teacher -"

"Severus -"

"Such a brilliant one, in fact, that even the headmaster could become a successful dancer under your guidance, if I recall your very words -"

"Severus -"

"And, if my memory does not fail me, to that I humbly replied-"

"FINE! YES! Albus is a lost cause. It is like his arms and legs do not belong to the same person. He smiles confidently and then moves completely out of rhythm. Are you satisfied?"

Severus smiled cunningly. He set out to the other side of the room, opened and closed a cupboard and then came back to his original place, holding a jar of white cream. He handed it to her.

"This will reduce the inflammation in under ten minutes, if applied generously. It is scented with camomille - your favourite."

"Thank you."

She turned to leave.

"Oh, Minerva?"

"What now?"

"Do you know when this was prepared?"

"I am sure you will tell me."

"August 13th. The day we learnt there would be a Yule Ball."

She rolled her eyes and left, cursing under her breath. From what Severus could make out, it was something about never taking a bet again; he turned his attention back to his cauldrons, looking very pleased with himself.

[tallysgreatestfan-art]

Minvember prompt: Lie

Na'Toth surely lies a lot; its in her job description

[emma-goose-sheep-tooth-fairy]

Crowd

Mayroon scanned the crowd for the face that had said he would meet her here. After a few minutes of waiting and looking, she gave up and followed the crowd to a bustling marketplace, the likes of which she had never before seen. Like so many others, she got lost in the sights and sounds and smells of the Zocalo, nearly overwhelmed by it all.

A voice spoke, greeting her in Lenn'ah, and she turned to see a man behind one of the stalls. "You get lost, young'un? It gets dangerous in these parts."

Mayroon nodded. "Yes, actually," she said in the same tongue, then looked at his hands, where he was carving a gokk out of crystal. It reminded her of some of her father's work, and she felt a pang before the man spoke again as she unconsciously reached for one of his creations, a temshwee.

"I know that look, young'un. Who died?" He asked softly.

"My father. He taught me some of his craft."

"The accident a few years back? Yeah, I heard. That was a heavy blow for us as a whole. You're definitely not Worker, that's for sure. Got the Warrior crest, but those ain't no Warrior clothes, cept for the shoulder pad thingamabob."

"My mother's. She died in the war against the humans. I switched to the religious caste when I was fifteen. The calling of my heart was to—" she was interrupted by someone tapping her shoulder.

"Mayroon?" The human behind her asked, and she nodded. "I'm sorry. I meant to find you when you arrived, but—"

"Emergencies happen," she responded, speaking in the human language that made little sense at best. "Thank you for finding me...Franklin, your name was?" She turned back to the Worker momentarily, exchanging a friendly nod before returning her attention to the human medical officer.

"Yes. Well, Mayroon, welcome to Babylon 5. I'll explain the situation on the way to Medlab."

[arrownerve]

‘Go on, try me kid. I’ll take you apart from the inside out.’

Minvember 2: lie

Ft my oc sparrow! they r absolutely bluffing, they actually can’t do anything unless they’re scanned. But the corp security guard doesn’t know that :)