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Beautiful art!!!!
Character owner, tell us more about the character!!!!
Forgot I never posted this here, a comm from a couple months back of a client's full moon Lunar for an exalted game!
law the hedgehog ? trafalgar d. water shadow ? shadow the surgeon of deat h ?
Self promotion is the key...
I have started on the art, ages ago in fact, and then started writing the story.
The story has been finished now, and I just give up on the art.
If anyone is curious and haven't seen it yet, it leaves here.
Mind it is a smutty funfic and it has all the things you expect to find in the creation of this sorts.
I have no clue what it is. But it is beautiful
What I can say….. the best present ever!!!!
We had a Valentine's themed art trade event over at the Forge of Wonders where I got to challenge my art skills by sending two characters on an outing!
Here's my take on a date between @annacory-blog's Twilight Caste Solar, Gale, and my Koh, the hotshot gunslinging male persona of my Eclipse Caste, Kalara.
Anna told me for a date, Gale would love a mischievous evening or reading quietly, so I thought "Why not both?" and sent them on a date to break into a dynast's heretical Scarlet Empress library for a picnic.
Meanwhile, Koh's bodyguard, Night Locust, watches on, despite being told to stay at home. He's glad the boss is having fun, but is secondhand embarrassed at the boss reading lines from "Scarlet Empress Unbound" a purportedly true account of the Empress' secret sexy adventures. 😆
Painted in Procreate with final touches in Photoshop. ---- Enjoy some detail shots of the heretical library:
And finally, a video so you can see how much of a disaster this image was at the start before I was able to salvage it.
So… there is a beautiful discord channel cald “Forge of wanders” and second year in a row a st valentine event is held there with exalted characters sent out for the blind dates.
I am kind of trying to gently nudge the “mysterious matchmaker” to bring the joy of Exalted Valentine to the mass audience, so a bit of advertising!
The art above is the outcome of my character Satica going on a date with Goldern Lies that belongs to @angelasasserart
Once all the works are updated, I promise to drop all the entries in one post.
Would you be interested in sending your character for a date next year?
And the process to share
I wanted to put a fancy colours on it but never made it…
So just post it like this for now.
May be one day….
Drawn from the reference picture found on Pinterest. I believe it is actually a movie frame…
Original from Pinterest is here
The return!!!!
Thank you author for changing my life for better.
Like honestly if you haven’t read those works, just do…
Good reason to pull out all the sketches (and ideas that never left my hand) I had for your works and finish them.
Warara wara incoherent blubering…
So it’s been ages so I posted anything, and I posted a start of a new story (no hopes, just pain because I can’t see anymore updates), and…it’s obvious it’s been some time. Finding tags was…difficult. Why was it so difficult….? Also, I can’t even remember what I was going to call this story, but title and lyrics are two different artists, and…
Anyway. Yes. This story will be confusing but think of it as a dream. A very loud, noisy dream. Set obviously in the Wano arc, but careens off with the Sailor Moon theme running through the head as stylist Sanji and Dr Trafalgar realize they somehow know each other from a time undefined.
The cutest version of Sanji I’ve seen!!!
one piece posting yayayayayay
As a parent I can confirm!!!
It’s their greatest invention as of yet
I head a sudden itch to draw a bunch of Law and Sanji pics... Gladly I have number of ref pictures with couples saved on Pinterest...
Guess this is how my studies attempt look like.
I could not possibly pass by this one.
the pinterest ref https://pin.it/1vsbT49ap
I tried to find the source of the pin but failed. :(
Haha... I always forget to sign my works :) this one too.
I love the art… but I love the message even more
oh what a joy it is to get to grow old
Look everyone!!! This is my girl!!!!
She is….. Wwaaaaaah
@annacory-blog @shiftingpath Just in the nick of time, here’s my secret santa submission. Decided i’d do a Modern AU style splash pose inspired by Arknights and thought Swan had big “Girl In Suit” energy.
Oh… pink does suit her anima. All the renditions I have seen have it pink. And this character always strikes!!!! Such a material to work with…. Love the art! Love the character
barely made it here but HAPPY CALIBRATION @hamsandlich !!!!
had a lot of fun with this one and would've gotten it done sooner if this past month hadn't gotten the better of me! seraph of promised silence is a cool character, always a fan of someone with wing and eye motifs. i opted to do the pink for her anima instead of the gold because i thought it popped better, hope that's alright!!!
courtesy ping for @shiftingpath !!!!!!!!
Thank you the Forge of wanders residents, because of all you people I was able to did the art summary first time in my life.
Yes some months were bare, like in December I had one art and one art only, but I did have it… no blanks
Last year resolutions were:
Total number of pieces: 50/55 (57 if to count two days of training sketching)
Pieces with multiple characters: 12/15 (have to admit at least third part is with animal as a second character, but I believe it counts if the animal is as big as a human, or as important.
Hope I can do the same next year
@toxinfox Happy calibration!!! One more of your characters!!!! I love them all deeply, and would be happy to draw more.
Meanwhile I am pondering on another AU.
Boarding school with mysticism and crime, and hopeful and stupid teenage boys.
Law is 100% sure he rules the world and his ideas need to be crushed :)
Law is 18 here, and Sanji 16
No words....
💔💔💔
Exalted secret Santa intro
Exalted character #1 - Epsilon
Story
Epsilon was raised in a lunar tribe at the far North of the Creation. The tribe itself was an experiment on social behavior, which supposed that all problems of humanity are caused by denial of animal instincts in human nature.
Epsilon is not an actual name, rather hierarchical number that was assigned to her, based on her innate abilities. She might have not been the best among her "siblings", but she was for sure the most stubborn one.
Once she fell in argument with the tribe leader. To prove her point she climbed the mountain where the giant eagles lived in order to tame one of them. While struggling to get the animal under control Epsilon cut her long braids crafting a leash.
Epsilon came down from this mountain as Zenith Exalted, chosen by the Sun.
Character
Tribal upbringing resulted in low social experience, that is why she seems quite inadequate from time to time. On the other hand she has perfect senses. Her best friend is a giant sentient eagle named Alcvora.
Epsilon’s character is reliable, strict but generous and really stubborn. She is a bit paranoid, always expecting something bad to happen. She believes that failure of anyone in her circle is her own.
She is focused on building a perfect society based on the doctrine taught by her mentor.
Appearance:
Epsilon is above average height; slim, but has some obvious muscles. Her dark hair is decorated with feathers. All of her facial features are a bit heavy. She prefers simple functional clothing, that she rarely changes.
Exalted character #2 - Swan Feather Ledaal
Story
Kissed by the element they said. Being born with hair as white as clouds in summer sky, everyone was sure little Swan Feather Ledaal is destined for second breath. That is why from early years she was provided with best tutors possible and quickly proved to be gifted in the arts of war, especially exceeding in wielding a sword. As a descendant of Ledaal, Swan was raised a zealous follower of Immaculate faith, hoping to join the Wild Hunt one day. Her mother, Grace of Dancing Heron Ledaal, was proud of her daughter. That is why she overlooked some of Swan's less desirable interest for arts and crafts.
Through the school years Swan talent for fencing grew even stronger, as she was able to easily bit most of her class mates, including some of those, who were lucky to exalt. However her own exaltation didn't seem to rush. By the age of 14 her once supportive mother barely looked her way. Swan grew desperate for praises she used to receive so often, engaging in more unnecessary fights. During one of the school fights with exalted dragonblooded, she have noticed the fascination in non-exalted kids' eyes, that follow her fight. For all the unlucky ones, she was a living testament that they are still capable or worth of anything. Swan started to pay more attention to the spectators of her fights. Soon she learned simple truth - any dynast kid like to be a dragonblooded exalted, but no one like dragonblooded exalts. As attention and love was all she wanted - Swan Feather embraced the role of the champion for all the non-exalts.
AT around 19 years Swan Feather were called back home to assist her mother. One of the regions under their family reign were suffering of the severe draught, the problem could be boiled down to the fact, that local gods were struggling to assist citizens in the times of need, as they were weekend with extended draught, and unfortunately next praying season were nowhere near. Despite her immaculate faith upbringing, Swan decided to act. She envisioned statue of City guardians engraved in the cliff overlooking the main square that will be only visible when sun is in zenith, and when you are kneeling. There is nothing suspicious about beggar kneeling on the street under the angry sun, she decided.
With the sunset Swan left the mansion and get to work. She's been working all night, with no rest, and despite all the odds completed the work in time. When the first rays of sun lit carved surface she exalted as a chosen of Sun.
Now Swan is roaming creation as one of the leaders of the small mercenary band. Trying to come to piece with her own nature, and finding a new purpose in life.
Appearance Swan wears various clothes, however there are certain distinguish elements she gravitates too: 1. Electric blue colour 2. Statement earrings 3. Asymmetrical or unusual cuts.
Figting style
Swans weapon of choice two light swords named Sunlit Talon and Bloodsoaked Talon.
Swan is a master swardswoman. She knows it, she is proud of it.... And she is arrogant about it. With most of the foes she will start a fight holding a sword with her left hand. She will switch it to right hand, when the oponnent is worthy. Her second sword is only pulled out of elsewhere when the fight is genuinely exciting.
Anima
Swans Anima is crown made out of swords. When she is in a middle of fight (or stone carving) and hold her swords, essence flowing to the sword tip presents as a wing of swords along her arm. One for each sword equipped.
I am so in love with this :)
Better later than never! LawSan week, and two dorks with two terrible flirting techniques
And yes! The most important part of it all is the glass :)
“Well, they are not wrong!”
Another attempt at scene from fanfiction.
This time “on the way to the wedding” as it gets more and more exciting.
Well, drawing a scene is actually completely different from what I was doing previously… you need to think about facial expressions, poses, background - and all that present an interesting challenge. I either level up or die trying 🤣
Scissors mood
there is an unformed story that leaves in my head... And since i was drawing this entire year, and in all honesty leveled up, I try to breath more life in it.
Here some characters that leave in Scissors universe. They are not quite defined as character so you can treat them ad glimpses of mood and ideas.
Scissors
Sir Alber and the fox spirit
And I don't know who he is yet, but he'll be leaving here too
Back to exalted!!!
I am back to drawing exalted characters, as nothing can give more opportunity to draw shiny senseless swirls.
I present you Rahna - infernal exalt that belongs to @Toxinfox.
I have attempted to depict him fading in an essence storm after the “work” is done.
There were quite a few speculations on why he is shushing someone. I still adhere to theory that he is shushing child that accidentally woke up, after their family was dealt with. Because he might be an assassin (former I believe) but he will not harm innocent child. Well…. At least this is my vision. Toxinfox will know better!!!!
I guess I jumped on the LawSan train… please bear with me
There is this sweet short fic that was recently published that made my fingers move…
I hope author will like my little take on it.
As always, you need to post to notice shit like that. Let’s pretend hat shrink with him :))))
Dance or die
I fell in love with another fic by @ulysses000 and then Spotify provided me with a perfect song. I had to draw them to exorcise that image from my head.
As per tradition - below is my attempt in translation. I want to make complete translation so badly (this is probably one third)! I believe this story deserves more attention. But can some kind English speaker confirm it is readable???
Love this fic specially from WoD perspective, it cultivates such delicious feeling of emptiness. And while technically, it has a happy end, you can not get rid of bitter taste of loss. Their requiem is not life, and there no way back. All is gone!
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Music stops abruptly. The dancefloor is silent, mob looks around in bewilderment. All eyes are focused on a flimsy, dirty stage. There, litten by sophites, stands brunette, cladded in a black robe. Calmly she re-adjusts many necklaces and bracelets, adorning her bosom and wrists. She checks microphone, softly tapping it with elegant finger, nonplussed by screeching sound it makes or the yells thrown her way from down the stage. For a while she silently stares in the drunk faces below, until eventually rowdy voices are reduced to quiet, unhappy mumble in the back rows.
-"What would you like to say, before the end of the world?"
-"Go fuck yourself!" - someone yells back from the crowd. Brunette’s smiles softly. Her blue eyes sparkle. This sight will be their last before headless body collapses to the floor.
View from the stage is absolutely terrific. It reminds of a late spring evening in the mansion by the sea. Bodies sway in panic, almost as grass would in a lush fields. Writings on the wall glitter with red as if they were remnants of the sunset caught in clouds. Screams - voices of seagulls. Sweet aroma that spreads across the room reminds of freshly brewed Irish coffee. Eyes locked on the bright fountains. Droplets shimmer in the air with a multitude of colour. Content. Do not argue with Mother. It is a simple rule every kid should know. Because, no matter how kind, gentle and understanding Mother is, she is not all sweets and praises. She also has an iron glove to treat the unruly child. Anyone who dares to confront her will surely drown in their own blood.
-"Now, dance or die."
Music never heard in this walls engulfs space. Stirring voice of the violin is echoed by screams, cello is perfectly complimented by heart-rending howls. Robin is not at all surprised by this harmony of cries and choir chanting. Clocks have just reached zero and this means, time for celebration has finally come. Perfect night to forge a timeless bond between the beloved child and the dear friend. Trafalgar stands on the stage, as if he always was there. Pity no one minds what is happening in the spotlight. He looks tidier than usual, ceremonial. Shirt, tie, three piece suit, shoes - all in various shades of black, all fitted perfectly. His gaze briefly stops on the couple of cadavers lying by the stage, then moves to the brunette.
-"Playing with food, aren’t we?"
-"Tarao, symbolism never was one of your strengths." - She smiles softly and shakes her head, - "Don’t try to grasp, what is beyond you. Just think of it as a cog in the well oiled machine."
Flowers on wreath along the walls move, as if troubled by the gust of wind, candle lights flicker, and blond man appears by Robin’s side. Sanji fiddles with the hem of his suit anxiously, fixes invisible wrinkles on the bouquet wrap. Trafalgar thought he put more than enough efforts to look decent tonight, however he wouldn’t stand a chance if this was a competition. Sanji's clan has been know for this aura of perfection, but even among his kin - he is special. Where the rest emmit light of the full moon, Sanji’s light would blind you as hot summer sun in zenith. He holds ten white roses - stark contract against his black suit. Pale of petals resonates with pale of the skin, highlights the gold of his hair. Trafalgar cannot possibly look away and no disciplines are to blame for this magic. Little smile slips from under his control “this is beautiful” he thinks.
-"Sorry for being late" - blond tuck one long golden lock behind the ear. Eyes drift towards the dance floor, but do not linger there. Woman chuckles softly - so innocent.
-"I was worried you made your escape."
-"Please, don’t ruin the moment" - gaze of his blue eyes seems to be glued to the wooden planks of the stage, then he looks up, eyes meet with Robin’s.
They nod, almost simultaneously, and only after Sanji musters enough of courage to look to the other man. His gaze shamelessly devours all the minute details he can grasp, it is hard to tell, if he desperately tries to avert attention from the bloodbath on the dance floor, or genuinely admires the sight. Trafalgar thinks he would be happy with both reasonings. Laws lips move soundlessly forming few words. Sanji chuckles and replies in the same manner: “you too, idiot”.
-"Ladies and Gentlemen." - maybe a dozen of eyes flicker back in response to sweet, calm voice of the woman. Short break taken from tormenting the flesh, generously soaked with blood and tears. Bodies contort with the fear for their life. - "Tonight, before the Dark Mother’s eyes, souls of two cursed sons of hers will be united. Every kindred present here shall witness the making of endless, mutual death." - her eyes run across the dance floor, reading the mood of the guests. - "the Vinculum should not be broken. Anyone who dares an attempt to weaken the bond will be hunted by The Circle of the Crone," - she looks for a moment into particularly dark corner - "as well as by our brothers and sisters from Ordo Dracul."
Her gaze shifts to the dark haired man, waiting for him to return the attention.
-"Now you can speak your vows."
Trafalgar makes a step forward, reaches to touch cold pale fingers, swallows heavily before he starts to speak.
-"I, Trafalgar D Water Law, hereby take Vinsmoke Sanji into my Requiem forever." - envelops his hand gently and carefully - "I swear before all that is holy and all that is unholy that we, tonight, seal our fates by bonds of dedication and honor. When my partner is hungry, I will bring food." - Sanji chuckles quite and bright - "When my partner sleeps, I will watch and bear witness upon waking." - He squints, eyes slit, as if targeted by bright lamp. - "When my partner is afraid, I will give comfort, and when my partner is wronged, I will have vengeance." - Cool fingers caress back side of the hand. - "This I swear on the blood, and the flame and the spirit."
In his blue eyes flashing light reflects, candles burning twice as bright with the last spoken words. Law squises cold hand, trying to reassure, give comfort, prevent flashes from setting kindred's mind aflame.
-"I, Vinsmoke Sanji, hereby take Trafalgar D Water Law into my Requiem forever." - his voice sweetest thing that ever touched ears, in both life and un-life, - "I swear before all that is holy and all that is unholy that we, tonight, seal our fates by bonds of dedication and honor." - His fleeting touch playfully skims through tan fingers, icy sensation brings sober clarity and bliss of inebriation at the same time. - "When my partner is hungry, I will bring food." - Law’s smile is barely there. - "When my partner sleeps, I will watch and bear witness upon waking. When my partner is afraid, I will give comfort," - he is the most gentle and kindhearted, so much is obvious in every syllable of every word. - "And when my partner is wronged, I will have vengeance. This I swear on the blood, and the flame and the spirit."
Sanji’s hold on the hand gets firmer as he expects another rise of firy glow to radiate the room. Little girl steps forward from behind the stage, she is silent and obedient. So small, seven years at most, her deep chocolate eyes glazed with indifference, strawberry blond hair braided in two pig tales, white gown hugs fragile figure. She stares ahead absently, woman’s hands leading her by shoulders.
-"Time to make the sacrifice." - hand outstretched to pass the ritual knife. Fingers gently support ragged blade.
Trafalgar feels how kindred’s claws pierce his skin. He might have broken few bones, if older wouldn’t strengthen his grip in response. It is heard for Sanji. This is easily seen, his eyes shift frantically, his lips stripped of smile and crooked. Even his touch feels colder than before. He never have taken the life of a sentient being. Even in death Sanji remained pure, his hands and soul unmarred by murder of mortals. Law knows other is hurting, in his eyes this child is seen as a spit image of the older sister. Trafalgar himself lost in the shattered memories for a moment. Girl reminds his late sister, who died too young too long ago. Despite that he knows he will have enough resolve to put this innocent child to rest, as she obediently waits for her own demise.
This is essential part for the completion of the ritual. Sanji knows it. This is not news, but he can’t keep his long dead heart from burning and spasming disgusted by creeping acceptance. He was the one who proposed marriage. He organized most of the celebration. He thought about it many times, about this particular moment he has to take someone’s life, scenario played in his head on repeat. But it is not something you can be prepared for. This is wedding. They are about to enter mutual un-life, their souls are to be bound for the eternal death, forfeiting innocence, killing personification of their past. Together.
His hand is shaking, but Sanji hides it, only grip on the hilt gets stronger. Her face is gentle and soft, with neat childish features, but her eyes are dead already, trapped under Mother’s hypnotic influence. Embroidery on the gown matches hair colour. She looks like a little princess. Sanji forgets to imitate the leaving, his thorax freezes mid inhale, mechanical movement abandoned. He thought he would be able to do it, to confront the past, to kill for the sake of something new, for the sake of future. But this first step is terrifying. All his being is trapped, Staring in the eyes of the Beast, unable to move. Sanji doesn’t want to lose his humanity, he is afraid to slip, to get comfortable with the idea of supremacy over humans, his own strength, his right to take life. Few months in his death, as soon as fog of newly obtained supernatural powers thinned, allowing him to think clearly again, he made a decision to give his all to keep whatever “human” have left in this damned shell of the body. Once he got accustomed with business run by The Circle of the Crone, he found plenty of friends in each and every city morgues and knew without failure when fresh carcasses were delivered to local butcheries. When ritual required freshly drawn blood he used his own vite with no second thought. And now all workarounds are closed, blocked by unmovable boulders. Only one way ahead.
-"We are both dead. It’s not going to get any worse." His whisper is scolding hot against the skin, it reminds to expand lungs, air forced in with fake inhale. Warm palm touches softly, fingers carefully wrap around the hand that holds the hilt, the touch reassures, hand redirected slightly - outward and up.
-"Beheading is better."
For once Sanji is genuinely grateful that Trafalgar never listens and reads his thoughts at any given moment. -"One." He angles cutting edge . -"Two." Skin is burning hot -"Three." Thud. Mortal dread frozen in the eyes of the dead girl.
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And song that was a catalyst for all the efforts
Sooooo useful!!!!
RadenWA is honestly a hero for these
they're got even more than these, too!