A/N: Like I said, I will be posting old artworks that I drew during a period when I briefly cheated on tumblr with twitter, there is a total of 5 and a few commissions that I will also post. I will not post fandom stuff, only my OCs. This is one of those artworks, I drew it for my birthday 5 years ago (holy shit time flies)
A/N: Continuing with my old art, this is Amarinaue (better known as Rin), she's Devi's weapon. Really love this one, I can't believe I've been gatekeeping her
A/N: The last but not least piece of old art (but that's not all). I really really really really love her (and the art too) (if you knew how much time I spent on her design and actually drawing her (and yes as I've mentioned it was in photoshop) I will never ever draw curls by hand ever again I'm still traumatized)
A/N: I showed this one in one of the asks but never posted as its own art post. This (and the next one) was drawn before I found CSP and was experimenting in photoshop (god save us all) (they're the artworks I'm most proud of but were the hardest to do too; that's a part of why I'm so proud of them ig)
Eva's lore (one of the things I rewrote from scratch for the masterpost)
Scope for Fantasy x Jujutsu Kaisen Crossover
Sappho
Part 1 -> Part 2 (you're here)
SCOPE FOR FANTASY MASTERPOST
WC: <1k
After Sappho started incorporating the Tianlong powers into her cursed techniques, she started to get curious about what else she could do with it. Really, the possibilities were limitless (get it? cause- *gets shot*), she just didn't know how to approach it.
One day, after she returned from college, she saw Devi sitting at the table in the kitchen and sewing as she talked to Satoru about something. Mind you, that was the first time Sappho saw he mom doing something like that, so naturally she got curious and asked about it. "Oh, this?" Devi showed her the pattern that was coming together underneath the golden threads. "I'm sewing a new timeline." Obviously, that got Sappho interested and she sat down, watching her mother work, carefully observing with Six Eyes.
The golden thread was made out of the Tianlong energy, and Devi showed Sappho how to create it. When applied to the canvas in a specific way, a picture was slowly coming about, like a beautiful piece of art, except everything depicted was going to come to life. That thread, Devi explained, weaved reality, so, Sappho thought, she could use it for more than sewing.
She decided to begin with something simple: using the scene of one of the missions (where she could go on her own now) she practiced sewing the building back to its previous state. It proved to be difficult, and she failed a lot, but it was clear she could do it.
She found out that Riam was really good at sewing on a total accident, but when she did, she didn't hesitate to ask him to mentor her, which he agreed to. It turned out to be the right call, because since then she improved at a much faster rate then she'd be if she just kept trying and failing.
With Riam's teaching and enough practice she could sew together anything. Clothes, buildings, wounds, reality itself (though that one was the one she struggled with the most). And when she got the hang of it, she decided to incorporate it into her innate domain, and create a brand new cursed technique using the golden thread.
And after that... She wondered, what else could she do, having both Tianlong powers and her Six Eyes. What could she do with the ability that broke down any cursed technique she saw and gave her innate understanding of it on an atomic level and the ability that could quite literally do anything she wanted?
And that was how Sappho figured out that she could copy any cursed technique she saw at least once.
And who knows? Maybe if she keeps practicing... She could even copy Domains... Use other Domain Expansions... Maybe even several at a time even... And then copy even non-cursed techniques...
And maybe one day become not only stronger than her father... but her mother too.
Scope for Fantasy
Ada
Part 1 -> Part 2 (you're here)
SCOPE FOR FANTASY MASTERPOST
CW: mature themes, sex work
WC: 1k
It has great many names. Pure energy by definition, it earns a different name in each universe, sometimes even in each world. To Devi and Riam it was known as 'Ada'.
It originated from the essence of the Universe itself, taken form in the first living being, Aredes. It was because Ada became unstable that Aredes got shattered into two - Andariel, the Aspect of Light, and Anorava, the Aspect of Darkness, respectively Riam's grandfather and Devi's mother. Unfortunately, both of them sucked really bad at being good parental figures, and ended up as nothing more than the essence of their powers, which Devi and Riam were in possession of ever since as the best vessels there could ever be.
Naturally, Ada was the sorce of all the supernatural power in the universe. It was everywhere, weaved through every world, with the sole exception of the Real World, of course. Its primary function, however, is protecting the worlds (mainly from Darkness), and so its biggest concentration is in the highest layers of the atmosphere (which is what makes the stars glow in the night sky; those are all the different worlds in the universe).
But besides that, Ada could also be created when Light and Darkness come together in perfect harmony. Which was exactly what happened when Devi and Riam decided to have another child.
Well, 'another' wouldn't be a proper word. The fact is, Ada was the first child that could truly call both of them her parents. Not like everyone else didn't, but it always came with an asterisk. And, well, for Devi, when it came to having children with Riam, somehow it always came with an insane amount of pain.
It made sense with Alasis. After all, instead of being born from Riam, she bore the blood of Tianlong, and, well, giving birth to a God's child can't be expected to be easy. And everyone before her...
When they found out that Light did not in fact melt Devi on contact, the next logical step was having a child. Because maybe this time her body wouldn't be trying to eat itself like it did when she was having Eva, Paul and Pete, and even Anodarian later. Life teached her nothing, and she was a gacha addict so gambling she did. And it payed off.
The pregnancy went most smoothly, only proving Devi's theory. But she was no longer sulking about it, because she had better things to worry about. For example, how much she loved Riam or that she was about to have a little baby girl. They had a few names they were thinking over for her but ultimately decided to wait until she was born. And when that happened, all the names they had in mind were thrown outta window. There could only be one fitting name for her.
It was unprecedented, but made a lot of sense if you think about it. When Light and Darkness came together in a perfect harmony, Ada - pure energy - would be born, and that was exactly what their daughter was. The reason why it never happened with Eva and others - Light and Darkness were in balance but not in harmony, they fought instead of coexisting, and that was the main reason why it never happened before. That being said, of course they could only name their daughter after the energy she harbored - Ada.
Ada wasn't insanely strong or anything. Nor was she exceptionally talented. She grew as an ordinary child, only maybe more kind, more gentle, more pure than most. She didn't like violence, even when she was mature enough to understand how the world worked, she kept on believing that every confrontation could be resolved with kindness, not because she was naive, but because she genuinely believed it was the case. Believed she could erase the darkness within a human's heart with her own light.
That was where her worldview contradicted her parents'. Or anyone else's really. She understood that too and never tried to change anyone else's ways, even if she didn't agree with them. The best way to prove she was right was to just do it. And do it she did. However... she found the most... arguable way to go about it.
Of course, she had unconditional support from her parents. Devi never was the one to be prudent about that sorta thing (and it'd be hypocritical of her if she was) and the same could be said about Riam. Their way of raising their children had always been about giving them complete freedom, something many thought was controversial but what they never regretted. The same was true when it came to Ada, really, even when she announced she was going to be... a sex worker.
Now, Devi wasn't the biggest fan of the idea. Probably no one was quite as familiar with sex as she was, and she was very well aware how traumatic it could be. How traumatic it was for her. But that was exactly the reason she never stopped Ada, because she couldn't let her own trauma dictate what her daughter could or couldn't do. Besides, there was absolutely zero reason to believe it'd go the same way for her as it did for Devi. And well, of course it didn't.
Ada was called Rainbow Moonstone, and was very well known to be changing lives of those who spent a night with her. Her clients were rich and represented the worst aspects of humanity, and she never failed to purge that darkness within them. Yet they never came back. If asked, they referred to her as a Goddess, and claimed they didn't deem themselves worthy to be in her presence after what they've experienced with her. That made more people curious, and one needed to sign up months ahead just to see her. Well, unless it was family, of course.
And still, Ada knew there were things she couldn't handle. Sometimes she needed protection too. Sometimes the darkness was too much to handle for her. Then she folded her hands in a praying gesture, incased herself in a cocoon of pure energy, and she prayed. And not a second later would the skies turn dark and a giant golden dragon would descend with a roar: "Who the fuck dared to lay a finger on my babygirl?!"
A/N: Decided to redraw the very first art I've ever done of her. What can I say... I certainly improved a lot.
The original for comparison is below.
I drew this one 7 years ago. And although it doesn't feel like all that much, and I didn't draw like a ton since, the improvement is clear. I mean, this is among the first pieces I've ever drawn.
Devi's design didn't change much since, but still I improved it in many places. And I became better in many things, not only in the technique, but also color theory, composition, and hands.
As for the idea behind this art... The place Devi is at in this one is inside her soul. This is representing that kinda situation when you have to act normal outside, but inside you just want to cry and scream.
That being said, I think I finally figured out the style I like and that is comfortable for me. I hope to draw more in the nearby future. Unless depression gets me but you know how it goes...
Scope for Fantasy
Devi x Riam
SCOPE FOR FANTASY MASTERPOST
CW: mlw, hurt/comfort, angst
WC: 1.1k
She sat silently, and only quiet sobs from time to time and slight shaking of her shoulders reminded that she's been crying relentlessly for hours now. Riam has been holding her close, his cheek pressed against the top of her head. It did soothe her, but tears still refused to stop.
"I thought you were over your past," she was quietly asked, but she only shook her head.
"To be over my past, I had to accept a simple fact: time does not, in fact, heal. So I had to learn to accept that pain as the part of me, a crucial part, in fact, and learn to live with it, but facing it head-on, being thrown into the pond of those memories, having them wash over me, it hurts just as much as it hurt all the way back when it happened."
She looked at Riam and he pulled away slightly. Devi got up.
"He was right. Seeing him suffer did not bring me happiness. Not at all."
"Maybe that's for the best," Riam said. Devi turned her head slightly towards him. He continued. "It means you're still you. Don't you think it takes a special kind of fucked up and twisted soul to truly take enjoyment in others' sufferings?"
Devi paused for a bit then shrugged as she turned to leave. "Maybe you're right."
As the door closed behind her, it was quiet for a bit. Then Riam sighed and got up. He didn't say it, but his heart was bleeding too. Not only seeing his love hurt and be unable to help in any meaningful way was killing him, but knowing that he himself was the source of her pain... And no matter how many times she says that it wasn't his fault and he couldn't do anything, she said it right - it will never go away. But he couldn't say anything. It would be insensitive and would only hurt her more. Her pain was worse. She was what mattered. Him? He can take it. He is a man. The Man. As he opened the door to follow her, he understood that she would be most unhappy with the way his thoughts flew. But thankfully she was busy enough to read them, thus he could safely continue ignoring the voice of reason in his head.
She was standing by the window. Riam couldn't quite see her face clearly, but he did see the way her tears glistened under the starlight. He came up to her quietly.
"I'm okay," she said, trying to suppress the quivering in her voice.
"Liar." Riam put his arm over her shoulder.
A tear rolled down Devi's chin and splattered over her chest. "Damn right I am." She sniffed and held herself in her arms. "They just won't stop," she said. "No matter what, they keep streaming down, but..."
"But..?" Riam pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her.
"I don't feel... You know how when you cry, your eyes are burning, and you don't feel relieved at all, you just feel empty, and you end up feeling even worse... You know? Well, I don't feel that. I feel... good? Even though I can't stop crying, I feel... So light, actually." She looked up at him. "Maybe it's 'cause you're with me." She smiled, making more tears stream down her face.
Riam hugged her tightly and put his chin on top of her head. They stood quietly like that, gazing at distant stars. Riam tried to remember the last time he let himself cry.
Right, when was the last time he even cried..?
Looking into his childhood, the earliest memory Riam had was of his mother. He definitely cried a lot in her arms. He remembered how she'd always pat his head ever so gently saying that he must be strong.
When she died, he didn't cry. He remembered that clearly. All he felt was burning rage. And helplessness. And that rage burnt him all out, leaving nothing but complete emptiness in its way. He was way too young for this.
He didn't cry for a very long while after that. He matured way too early for a child, so when he met the man who would declare him his son, he was only too happy to let go of his presumed "strength" and get back the childhood that was taken away from him.
Until he got senpai killed. He cried for days back then. Of course he did - he was still 8. But he had to mature a lot after that again - the crew needed him to. Father needed him. And so he did, once again.
Then, when he was only 13, he had to watch his father getting executed. He cried. Yes, he cried, just barely able to stop himself from screaming. He just kept losing people dear to him.
Then... life went on. Riam thought, as hard as he could, but he could no longer pinpoint a single time he would cry. Not when his heart would break in pieces, not when it was ready to burst from happiness. Not stressing for his brother's life, not happy for his friend's dream coming true. Not watching the love of his life's heart being torn to shreds, not being finally able to touch her lips. Nothing could make him cry. For so long...
He looked up at the starry sky. After the crunches behind him, Devi's voice was gradually getting closer. "Okay, okay, I'm done now, did I make you wait long? Sorry, sorry, couldn't decide on the dress. Speaking of, does this blue suit me? I think it gives a weird tint in this lighting. I-"
"Devi."
"-think- huh?" Though Riam's voice sounded rather quiet compared to Devi's loud happy one, she immediately dropped the train of her babbling as she heard her name. She lightly got close to Riam, looking into his eyes. "What's up?"
"I think I forgot how to cry."
"Yeah, sure! I- whuh?!" She took a bit to actually process his words, but when she did, her eyes opened wide, looking at him from below. "Wait, what did you just say?" Her voice suddenly got softer, almost a whisper.
Riam kept looking up. "I can't remember crying since father died. I think... I can no longer cry if I tried."
Devi's expression changed. She looked concerned now. "That's... That's not good... All emotions are important! If you can't cry..." She stopped herself from continuing. She leaned closer to him. "Sweetheart..."
He finally looked down on her. "Yeah. I might be... actually doing worse than I thought."
"We need to talk," Devi said, her voice almost inaudible behind the sound of waves crashing against the shore.
Riam sighed. "I guess... Can I pick a spot for the date, then?" Devi nodded. Riam huffed with a smile. "Your dress looks beautiful on you under this lighting by the way."
