#roddacember 2021

[wendywhite13]

Roddacember Day 17: Looming

"...the existence of the ‘muddlet’, of course, implies the existence of something else, too.”

[obsessionsofrozh]

Day 4 - Caring

Jasmine— what was a I thinking searching for a caring character in my mind. I mean, sure, Jasmine is many things: wild, independent, brave... but her most instrinsic quality is her care for everything [not evil].It's Anna's spirit in her. And it's solidly fused with her selflessness and her soft heart beneath layers of ferocity. What a shame that this was her most underrated trait in my eyes for a long time!

When she was orphaned and took care of Filli and Kree; when she met two strangers in the forests and endangered herself once she realized they were not Grey guards; her extensive care for the trees and living things; every time she stubbornly took care of Lief and Barda, with her healing balm and the tiny jar around her neck, symbols of how much she's ready to look after her loved ones (she sometimes had such a motherfigure among the trio); how she tenderly tried to calm down little Ida; how she wept for the small bundle of bones of the fake heir... and the list goes on.

I just realized that about one third of my DQ sketches is solely dedicated to Jasmine and the rest is mostly Jasmine with someone elss. Gosh I love this girl so much I can't even express it appropriately. But anyway here's one of my first versions of her I sketched in 2017 and colored now. I don't agree with some parts of this character design anymore (like how her nose bridge is concave or how instead of being curly, her hair is wavy, or her ragged clothes being foolishly inefficient for living in a forest), or perhaps my drawing style has changed.

[toshitophchan]

Roddacember Day 25 | Plot | Amusing

Fuck it, meme time

[shionshot]

Roddacember Day5:Justified/Tom

‘Tom is not a creature,but a man,’Lief snapped. ‘He should know what is right!’

‘Are you so sure you know?’ ​Jasmine answered sharply.

Lief stared at her, ‘What do you mean by that?’ he demanded.

‘Do not argue,’ said Balda wearily.

-Rodda.,Emily Deltora Quest 3 City of the Rats

This is a exchange between three of my personal favourites. Lief and Jasmine must have tired Barda out with their frequent arguments over trivial matters.

And, although it's not directly related to Tom's sign, this question from Jasmine is very interesting.

Who really knows what is just and what is not?

What justice is is a very ambiguous thing. Things can look different depending on whether you are looking at them from the east or the west.

The sign that Tom puts up in his shop seems to show Tom's ostensible neutrality, but this is also an indication of Tom's way of being a businessman.

For him, justice means doing business and making money, and selling his own products to help his customers.

Tom's kindness to the Gray Gurds did not seem justified to Lief at the time, but Tom was only acting in a way that seemed justified to him. Of course, if he hadn't done that he wouldn't have been able to stay in business, but staying in business in whatever way he could was the right thing for him to do.

And above all, as a businessman, it is his greatest justice to treat every customer the same way!

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Lately I've been interested in resin clay and resin art, so I thought I'd try my hand at making some models.

However, I had to do some redoing, which meant that I was way behind the original schedule.

[rye-the-grain]

day 24 - confronting

Rye’s head felt as if it might burst. He could feel the bag of powers warm and pulsing against his skin like a live thing with a heart.

Nine powers to aid you in your quest…

Powers to help the dupe of the Fellan do what the Fellan themselves could not—end Olt’s life and open the way to the Lord of Shadows.

Shuddering with revulsion, Rye tore the bag from his neck so violently that the knotted drawstring snapped and pulled completely out of its casing. Its neck ragged and gaping, the bag lay in his hand like flabby skin shed by some loathsome, creeping animal.

More than anything in the world he wanted to cast it away from him, see the charms scatter in the wind and be lost.

The Third Door // Ch 18 The Head of the Serpent

i imagine the “finding out that during the entirety of your quest you were being used as a pawn for the people you thought you could trust” situation would be pretty confronting to learn, so yeah. that’s not really what happened, but rye didn’t know that at the time so we can just let him have his breakdown

also i just know that if i stare at this any longer i’ll never post it, so i’m just going to post it! come get y’all juice (now in colour!)

(i’ve just realised the fell zone’s not supposed to be on fire yet. smh)

[zahroreadsthings]

26. Intricate

I collected these while reading s3 because I dont think I've seen them all in one place before

The reason I had first collected them was to compare how the environments of the sisters affected the appearance of the stones (especially isle of the dead, obviously) but I think they're representative of the most intricate and well thought out plot rodda's written

[blog-venus-us]

Jasmine

[withickmire]

01 | Valiant

Screaming sea-birds, the wind blowing at her hair, and the taste of salt on her lips. 

These were all things that Verity had associated with love since she had been a little girl. Love for the sea that brought her fish that fed her, driftwood that her father would carve into toys when she was a child, sprays of water that would cool her on a hot summer’s day. But now the gulls do not sing, their mouths are too full of the berries and fresh water that keep her from death. She counts the nights—wind has not blown in nearly two weeks, not since she was tied to the prow of The Lady Luck. The salt is still there, but it tears at her lips and makes them bleed.

The ropes that bind her to the prow of the boat bite into the flesh not covered by her cloak and nightgown, and thin trails of blood spiral down her arms as the crew below her jeer and shout horrible things, but she does not listen to their crude words. While the water does not move and the waves do not crash, the subtle sounds of the sea play like music in her ears. There is no hatred in her heart for her father and the mistakes he has made, only a deep love and wistful grief. She feels no hunger nor thirst—the birds have cared for that. There is pain, yes, and exhaustion, but the knowledge that she is cared for by something greater and unrelenting than these things brings her comfort.

For a vow once made cannot be broken.

I hear your words, James Gant, and they will bind you.

The blade pierces her heart and the sea screams with her. Blood and bile rise in her throat, choking her last words as pain spreads through her body like a plague. Black blood spills from her wound and her lips, onto the mottled wood of the ship, and into the unforgiving sea. Great waves crash upon the boat, ignoring the screams of the men that have bound her, and instead focusing on the one they love.  

Screaming sea-birds, the wind blowing at her hair, and the taste of salt on her lips.

No more fear. No more pain. The sea, her true mother, pulls her soul home beneath the depths.