#valain

[find-your-wings]

A rare moment of [gay] respite for these two - even if Valain is much more nervous flying than his pride will let him admit.

It's alright though, Vee's got him.~

[vt-scribbles]

'Imma fuck you up'

[elriellover]

I have come to the conclusion that I have horrible internet cuz my drafts never save BUT I'm writing in my notes and almost done the first chapter for the elain fanfic ALSO I think I have a name for it I'm really bad at naming lol 😭😭🤣🤣🤣

I'm calling it DANGEROUS BEAUTY

Disclaimer it might change idk

[find-your-wings]

Recently learned the importance of messing with a character's facial proportions and how important that is to their design- so I messed around with Valain's features until I got to the line-up that I felt was 'right'. It wound up close to his reference image [wow what a concept lmao] but in exploring other options, I learned that I was on the right track with him- which is still a good thing! Especially with the painting I did a while ago that looks nothing like him now that I've figured out his proportions- I'll probably redo this some time LMAO...

[find-your-wings]

ALSO obsessed with Valain's alt outfit concepts. Vee seemed to approve as well LMAO

[find-your-wings]

Red Moons:

When dangerous influxes of magic course through the air and atmosphere of Olmia, the change in air particles will give the moon a haunting, bright-red glow. Being outside of a faenil-lined building is colloquially seen as a death-wish. These waves of magic can do anything from causing random hexes, imbuing people with unusual powers, mutating bodies, causing instant death, or worse, rending spirit from body. Only the truly brave, skilled, or unwise go outside when a Red Moon glows above.

[find-your-wings]

OUT OF CONTEXT SPOILERS and some saucy gay undertones

I had to share this it's burning a hole in my chest I gotta get it out there have fun with this WIP animatic LMAO

the last shot's unfiltered hee hoo energy took me out

[find-your-wings]

I trusted your words Each warning you wrote to me about that monster

Warnings on faded paper, that scared me to death, turned my lover dark

It's safer alone. I have my family still. Family of me.

Only a monster would fear the soft touch of care, thinking it a knife.

Now I'm the feared beast, heart of ice and fangs of stone Deceiver, in light.