tagged by @risualto 🧡🧡🧡 loved the excuse to play around in this picrew some more
top left: Aric Jorgan/Vesiya Hallis Jorgan (swtor)
top right: Kurt/Nadia de Sardet (Greedfall)
bottom row: Kiki and her boys! Kai/Aloth, Kai/Eder, Kai/Rekke respectively (PoE)
and bonus because A) Risu tagged the Speaker blog (Az and Yoshiko are so cuuuute 😍😍) and B) why not, have some Speaker folks!
left is Sebastian/Li, since they're some of my actual canon characters that can get together (the Speaker is obviously the one taking this picture)
and on the right is Nellie and my test-Seer Cass 😊 because pink hair and also lesbians
open tagging for anyone who wants to do this, but also specifically I want to see Speakers :3 I might reblog this over there (or just put the last 2 in their own post), I just love seeing peoples Speakers so much
(idk what this is, i haven’t written in months so...anywayys have a confused sebastian, he belongs to @speakergame - PLAY SPEAKER IT’S SO GOOD R U KIDDING )
the lovely @pearlsandsteel asked to be tagged
it doesn't hit him until he's on his way home. the november chill is slowly cutting through his sweater. the trees greet him as he passes by, shrouded in darkness but still so stunningly green, green like.....like..
images of short green hair fill his mind but he tries his best to cover them up. this has been happening a lot, hasn't it? he'd be walking home, exhausted from yet another day of research, tired but contently stuffed by whatever pastry azalea brought that day and loads and loads of coffee, he'd see something that he'd probably seen a thousand times before and his mind would find some way to connect it to her - josephine.
pale skin, green hair, black eyes - endlessly deep..
that happens a lot too. he'd be reading something, concentrating, thinking, talking about whatever theory he had and if by any chance their eyes met his mind would go blank. it's always like that - green meets obsidian and time suddenly stops, he can feel the pressure in the room, the air changes and he never knows what he'll get from her. he thinks she can feel it too, by the way she seems unable to look away ,he doesn’t know what to make of it all...
the eye contact, intense challenging, sitting together shoulders close, hands almost touching, he can feel his heart pound and
and then she averts her eyes , it’s so fast he's suprised she doesn't topple over.
jaw clutched, body tense, eyes looking everywhere and anywhere besides him.. and he feels himself come back and it's suddenly hard to be in the same room
and then sometimes, sometimes when they're looking at each other again he sees a small ghost of a smile, barely there but delightfully soft and something in his chest warms and spreads through his entire body.
just like he can't stop looking, he can't stop touching - wanting to touch ( after all the pleasantries were exchanged, he remembers, petite gentle hands, cold so cold like early winter and yet he finds himself unwilling to let go, he wants to warm them, he wants-)
--
she doesn't trust him. he sticks his key in the front door. she doesn't trust him.
to be fair - josephine doesn't seem like she trusts anybody. he sees what she's like with azalea too, it's not him..
she has her sister and her dog and that's it and something tells him she'll never let anything pierce through that bubble. he can understand the paranoia - in a way. eyes always open, always searching every corner, body alert, making sure she walks in front of her sister shielding her from every angle, refusing his coffee. he brings her one every day, even though he knows she won't take it - that's something he does now too apparently..
he can feel his sigh in his entire body. it doesn't sting. it doesn't.
( ,,just trust me"
,,i do"
she's staring now, wide-eyed, he raises his eyebrows too. does he really mean it? i suppose, yes, but he's still suprised. he doesn't have the time to gauge her reaction before beckett starts strutting towards them.)
these kind of attachments are dangerous. he can't have them. not with josephine.
--
this is it. he's not sure if he's simply grasping at straws here or if he actually found a connection, something..
he opens his mouth to speak but nothing really comes out as he's yet again pulled in a trance, but a different kind..
he pauses ,this time, not because of her eyes but the coffee cup in her hand.
As a child, Justice was a huge Studio Ghibli fan. Obviously, her favorite movie from the collection was Kiki’s Delivery Service. I mean, a coming of age story about a young witch and her trusty cat? Relatable. Her favorite character was clearly Jiji, whose name also began with a J, and the rest was history. She’s gone by Jiji since.
She had a crush on Li as kids.
Liam, Dream, and Jiji created a terrifying triad of trouble making that has left emotional scars on plenty of public school teachers.
She has always been really into sports. When she was a preteen, she was involved in gymnastics. Later on in her adolescence, though, she diverted from that into track and field, and dancing.
She still goes for runs, but they’re in the evenings. No one knows how she woke up early throughout her high school career for track, but that discipline died once she graduated. Getting her out of bed before noon is a struggle; if she can sleep in, she will.
Due to the volatility that comes with the job, Jiji has also gotten into kick boxing and self defense.
Is the type of person to sing along to the music during long car rides.
Speaking of music, pop, rock, and indie are probs her fave genres.
Not a huge fan of reading (too short of an attention span), but loves comics and manga. Especially ones with a found family trope and adventures (wink wink).
Amusement parks, escape rooms, clubs, etc; she loves going to places that have a lot of energy to them. It’s not that she minds the quiet or calm, but she’s used to stuff being more fast paced.
Has a bunch of piercings in her ears, but that’s it (at least for now).
Likes to add accessories to her colorful and diverse wardrobe; rings, bracelets, watches, belt, necklaces, etc.
Highest stats are probs finesse then charm.
Excellent poker face.
Learned lock picking because it “seemed useful” (and to cause chaos).
Hello :) So Azalea proved to be louder than Liam XD (Actually the nature proved to be louder, because I really wanted to draw flowers and grass and all). Sorry for the giant shining sun, I drew it to help with shading and light, but in the end I quite liked it and decided to just let it be.
I had lots of fun while drawing the background, it reminded me a little when I was a child and would draw it below every single character I sketched XD And drawing the bush proved to be really calming experience. I will definitely draw sth similar at some point.
(I actually have this mental image of Nev and Gwen in the forest just talking, taking pictures of landscape and enjoying each other’s company in tranquility, but I have already drawn them both not long ago, so I will try to restrain myself XD)
This is my first time drawing a character with dark skin, and I am rather self conscious whenever I did well. (Actually before I also drew my Morrowind MC - Raynith, who is a Dunmer with dark blue skin, but it is not the same as brown so).
I am quite proud of her face though, I really like how it looks. Especially eyes and freckles.
Next time I will probably draw either Liam or Rory. I love Liam and I really want to draw him, but I am quite intimidated by his all black clothes XD I don’t know whenever I will be able to shade it well. And I have a phase for drawing curly hair (they are easier XD), so Rory is in the lead XD But I am still unsure if I would prefer to draw M!Rory or F!Rory.
Tough choice XD
And well, if you don’t know who it is then it’s Azalea Mirin from WIP Interactive Novel „Speaker” by @speakergame, I really recommend you to check it out.
"Hell or high water I will help my sister. Also can I have a bucket of water n' soap i
I have so many scribbles on my walls it looks black instead of the beige its supposed to be."
Name: Raina Reed
Age: 29
Gender: AFAB and stuck with it.
Pronouns: She/Her
Favorite quotes:
"Kindness is a language the blind can see and the deaf can hear."
Favorite songs: Into The Night by Santana and Witchy Woman by The Hollies
My headcannon song Lily has for her: Beuty In the Struggle by
Favorite colors: Teal, Pink, Purple, light blue
Little perspective thing:
Raina sighed as she leaned against the wall of her home, the grass of the backyard, tickled her bare feet as she sat outside. The clouds drifted lazily overhead and for once in a good while, she let that empty feeling take over her. She felt like she was waiting now no purpose and she knew instinctually if she let herself she could wallow in that feeling forever, and some part of her wanted too. Wanted to let that feeling swallow her whole.
"Raina?" a gently prod of her arm snapped her out of it. The clouds had gathered more, dark oppressive and...is it.. Raining? How did she miss that? How long had she been out here?
"Raina how long have you been out here?! We've been looking for you every where!? Why are you out here in the rain? You'll catch a cold." Kira muttered as she helped Raina stand and Raina could only nod numbly. She was fifteen, soaked to the bone, her hair stuck to the sides of her face and fore head, glasses fogged up.
She had no real answers to what she was doing outside in the pouring rain. Let alone how long she'd been out here.
"Just thinking. Got lost a bit in my mind is all, Sis. No need to worry." Raina decides works best.
