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ARGH, the format is so difficult to get right! T_T

Well, my contest entry for the Echoes of Dissent Fanart Contest. It's been something NEW again, focusing more on the landscapes, adding only hints of some key moments.

Ideally one should scroll down a single picture for coolest effect, but somehow... It's not easy to achieve. The picture is simply too big and most platforms will drastically reduce the file size. T_T

Oh well... I put below the single-picture version. <3

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*Tranquility and comfort. Warm orange light upon the bookshelves. And a Magister finally coming to rest with a book in their hand. The seating are by the window is their destination. Slowly and carefully they sit down and lean back.*

*The moment they do, something starts to wiggle and whimper in faint "Snek! Sneeeek!". Startled the Magister allows for some room behind their back and slowly and moodily a small miniature version of a Hypogean wearing a snake-onesie worms out from underneath the cushions.*

Kyrie's expression is a whole palette of colourful bafflement. They take off their blue-lensed glasses, closing them with a click.

"Well well. Aren't you a curious being. What do you happen to do here?" They murmured, picking up the creature carefully.

"Oh well. I suppose you can be some lovable company."

@windmaedchen

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"Ah, to think that someone who has brokered terms with nobles and gods alike would take a simple offer of tea for a moment of their time...I am honoured, Magister Kyrié. And I admit, I half-expected you to laugh me off with the same grace you once refused an empress. But here you are, welcoming me a spot by your hearth, and I find myself delightfully unprepared."

"I can only hope that the blend and my presence will suit your discerning tastes."

"Oh, but after what I've done throughout my life - and what you mentioned - you wouldn't consider me cruel, would you now?" Kyrié chuckled warmly, as the ancient kettle whistles and coos. Water for the tea was ready.

"As to what will or will not suit my tastes, do believe me - I am not nearly as scrutinizing and strict about those as I used to be. Which, of course, doesn't mean I welcome such... "graces" as impoliteness."

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“You’ve walked through more worlds than I can name, and yet here you are, stealing my breath like it’s just another day’s work. Tell me, old fox—what does it take to win a bit of your time?”

"To win my time takes nothing, if you're willing to join me for tea and tales - my door is always open to you, oh stranger who speaks flattery like a second language."

Kyrie's eyes seem to glitter with something akin to either amusement or warmth.

"Albeit I will not tolerate you calling me an old fox ever again, young stranger, for I quite dislike being compared to one."

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Magister Kyrié, i have a huge crush on you!! (◕‿◕✿)

Oh, oh dear. I'm quite flattered, really! However, I'm terribly afraid I must disappoint you - I am not one whom one should pursue a romantic relationship with, as I cannot experience romantic attraction. I pray it does not wound you. I am, however rather open for a platonic relationship!

- Respectfully and with best wishes,

Magister Kyrié M.

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nothing better than the wrong capitalization of Sie

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Finally done with it! It's not a very high-quality doodle, but I'm happy with it. It has what it needs and it does its job. Besides - now I have a nice little self-portrait

So yeah, all the flags fitted onto all the sillies:

Kyrié is genderqueer and aromantic (but NOT asexual, probs multisexual)

The smoke™ (a.k.a. Magister(?) Kour) is xenogender, occasionally leaning more towards agender

And their creator is agender and pan...ish?

Anyways, HAPPY PRIDE Y'ALL!

(also, on a sidenote - the entire outfit of Froggish (me) is heavily based on my real life wardrobe :3)

Little pride month celebration W. I. P.

Also known as: FROGGISH face reveal! :D

Gonna add my silly billies next to their whimsical and definitely not scrawny creator, all with their flags :3

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Little pride month celebration W. I. P.

Also known as: FROGGISH face reveal! :D

Gonna add my silly billies next to their whimsical and definitely not scrawny creator, all with their flags :3

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Out of topic Part 2, but my current 7-hour choir rehearsal sounds like an awfully good idea to write a little something for a modern-ish theatre(?) AU with my sillies...

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Out of topic, but... Turns out I'm unnervingly good at cards against humanity-

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Когда хочешь следовать сюжету, но не можешь пройти мимо места рыбалки:

When you want to follow the plot, but you can't pass by the fishing spot:

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Все персонажи: Пытаются убить главгада сезона всеми возможными способами.

Мерлин со своей сюжетной бронёй:

All characters: Trying to kill the main villain of the season in every possible way.

Merlin with his/her plot armor:

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I love your profile pic. So silly.

FROGGISH: Silly, just like me ✨

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There's a ponderous knock at the door, followed by two smaller touches along the grain of the wood. It's muffled, but there's a fond-sounding mumble about "cedarwood" before the door creaks open. "Hello, Magister? I was told to just come in, but I thought I'd at least knock..." They seem to trail off, like they've forgotten the rest of their thought. Taking a small breath, they refocus on the scene in front of them. "I was...also told that you're well traveled, and might be able to help me track down the origins of a plant I was studying. It appeared rather suddenly in my study with some lingering dimensional energy." - magister-verdant

(magister Kyrié)

The sweet scent of smoke and cedarwood immediately fills their lungs. Kyrié peeks out from the arch that leads to their kitchen.

"Ah, good evening, good evening! I'm glad you were able to find my humble abode. Come in, make yourself at home! Unless, of course, you're planning to take me to the source of your worries. I'll ring you some tea if you so wish." Kyrié smiles broadly, the corners of their eyes crinkling, as they offer a small bow of their head in greeting. They then approach and close their door quickly, before facing the guest again. Their voice is even and slightly gravelly, which isn't surprising, given their age.

"I'm quite flattered that it is I whom you decided to turn to with your... Predicament, chère. I may not be the crème de la crème among dimension travelers but I'll be happy to offer a helping hand. Should I end up not being helpful - fret not, I'll redirect you to someone who probably knows way more than even I do about all things interdimensional. Nonetheless!" The Magister chirps rather gleefully, strolling over to one of their many bookcases.

"First and foremost, I can tell you that only a few dimensions are unstable enough for flora or fauna to traverse the dimensional barrier. Could you describe the plant to me, perhaps? Better yet- its energy?"

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Studious Days.

A little sketch/study of Vasyl' during their late school years.

(Reference photo used below the cut)

Favourite moustache-Merlin 💞

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Magister Vasyl': Merlin OC

"The memories I am to regain? The ones you keep talking about? They were never mine to begin with. I'm not 'regaining them', unfortunately. More like: they're being shoved down my throat unceremoniously and implemented into my being. Without my consent."

© Magister Vasyl', about their fate as a Merlin.

Magister Vasyl' - The Strange Omen.

They never wanted to be Merlin. They were never supposed to. It was by accident that their newly opened portal led them to a world, where the soul of Merlin was seeking a new vessel. It was by accident, yet now they're bound to this role. Ever-changing, versatile... Right after they finished being mentored by the former Silver Diplomat.

They've learnt much more than mere dimensional travel from their ancient mentor. Much more than they were supposed to. They learnt how to think. Carrying an almost eerie resemblance of Kyrié themself - inwardly and outwardly... However they don't tread the fickle path of the facades that Kyrié, their former mentor, took. They're very honest. Sure, they might lie here and there, but ultimately - they're honest. Sometimes blunt, even, about their opinions and views. Much more blunt than the one they looked up to. If Kyrié could be confusing and strange in their own eyes - Vasyl' is ten times that. Always thinking. Often failing to find the right words to say. Always being worn out by their duty. Fluctuating constantly while trying to figure out where their heart truly lies. "Merlin... What kind of title is that? So odd..".

Odd indeed.