#~Opal Blogging~

[cherub-silence]

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18+! No exceptions! This character and the lore are derived from 18+ materials. If your age is not listed on your blog or in any of your information I will ask just that you’re 18+ and you don’t have to give any more detail than that.

Dark and NSFW themes may be present! I will do my best to tag trigger warnings but this is my general warning for the blog. I have a full list of the tags that I do track on this post, just ask if you need anything added.

Absolutely non-selective, any and all interactions are encouraged! No prior messaging is required whatsoever but it’s always appreciated! I’m very friendly :) 

Non-private, all threads will be shared via Tumblr posts, I do not rp through DMs or any other platforms. Please understand that it’s what I'm comfortable with and not something I see changing anytime soon.

If you’re interested in interacting please check out the Verses! All writing, threads, and plots will take place in Verse 1 unless otherwise specified.

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🪻Summary🪻

I go by a couple nicknames and my blog URLs, I'm comfortable being called Art, Apidae, Api, or Cherub. I’m 21+ NB (They/Them), in CDT/CST time zone. My main blog is @eternal-apidae

🫧Writing🫧

Native English speaker, but I will probably make some grammar/spelling mistakes. I keep most posts formatted, abusing the read-more and post-cutting features, because I prefer how it looks and to keep dashes from getting overly clogged. I cut all posts after 10 reblogs. I also post all starters and NSFW under read more. Replies are medium to long, but I don’t require anyone to match my length, just please don’t reply with one-word replies, it doesn’t give me a lot to work with.

🪻Shipping🪻

I will not hesitate to ship our muses if you’re interested but it will never be required. With all the themes and plots I'm interested in for my muse, there are plenty of options.

🫧Plotting🫧 

I absolutely love plotting, and I am always willing to hear how you’d be interested in our muses interacting. My DMs are always open. In the event that we have started a thread, plotted, or rp meme, that I lose interest in I will reach out to you to see if there’s anything else we’re both interested in.

🪻Activity🪻

Highly active and typically quick to respond. I’m mostly active during the day and tend to get busier in the evenings but my sleep schedule is wonky enough that if I have time you may get a reply in the middle of the night.

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Name: Opal, she doesn’t remember her birth name Gender: Female Face: (tw link is for an artbreeder render) [🪻] Age: 18-25, usually 22 Zodiac: Cancer Height: 5’0 Body type: Pear [🪻] Skin Color: Pale  Eye Color: Silver [🪻] Hair Color: White Voice: Light and musical, with a Swedish accent [🪻] Scars: Several all over her body the most prominent are the ones on her knuckles and fingers from working in the kitchen, the ones on her back from a cat of nine tails, and discoloration on her wrist and ankles from shackles  Sexuality: Omnisexual Biology: She has gemstones embedded into her skin, attached to her nervous system. She has two on her chest above her breast and two on her rib cage below, there are six going down her spine, one on her tongue, and one on her clitoris. She has also had a full hysterectomy, so she does not menstruate and is unable to get pregnant [🪻] Occupation: Sex worker / Housekeeper  Hobbies: Playing music, writing poetry, reading, partying/clubbing, doing makeup/painting her nails, flower arranging, songwriting/singing, butterfly taxidermy  Characteristics: Creative, Diplomatic, Introverted, Friendly, Nervous, Polite, Quiet, Sensitive, Shy Hogwarts House (we do not support jkr in this household but I think they’re good character identifiers): Hufflepuff and Slytherin [🪻] (Divergent) Faction: Raised Abnegation, but would choose Amity Languages: Raised speaking English and Swedish, was later taught German, French, Japanese, and Russian Instruments: Violin, Harp, Kalimba, Flute and Piano Skills and Training: Housekeeping, Culinary arts, Secretarial duties, Translation, and Entertainment  Scent: Illicit by Jimmy Choo [🪻] Favorite Color: Purple Favorite Food: Italian, specifically Alfredo  Favorite Drink: Tea, her favorites are Oolong, Chamomile, English Breakfast, and Chai

Style: Conservative/Professional, but just a little bit slutty. Typically keeping her stones covered unless she wants the attention

What’s in Opal’s purse? (just a thought experiment that got a graphic so I decided to add it)

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・❥・{Verse 1}・❥・

As a Jembax Opal has an Owner/Master, they are sometimes cruel and don’t particularly care for Opal other than making sure she performs her duties well. They are powerful, they can have political or business connections. They are rich and upper class. With this verse, Opal is used to the finer things in life simply for upkeep, name-brand clothing, manicured nails, and simple but expensive jewelry. She is something to show off, a glorified housekeeper, entertainment, and a sexual object. This life has made her very unhappy so she turns heavily to alcohol and drugs to numb herself. Since her Master doesn’t care much once her daily duties are taken care of she tends to sneak out to bars or to party. With this verse, Opal tends to meet people through her sneaking out or through her Master’s grand parties to show off.

・❥・{Verse 2}・❥・

With this verse, your muse may be Opal’s Master by purchasing her from a previous Master. She can be traded for money, favors, belongings, or whatever her previous Master was willing to negotiate with. For whatever reason your muse has decided against creating a new Jembax and simply wants to bargain for her. Being a pre-existing Jembax she’s not as valuable as a custom-made Jembax, but her considerable appeal is how trained and educated she is. Her biggest downside is that she has been a Jembax for many years and had many cruel Masters before your muse and is quite depressed and may even go through withdrawal due to her previous lifestyle. With this verse, your muse owns Opal and can use and set any expectations for her that they see fit.

・❥・{Verse 3}・❥・

As a Jembax Opal is not considered a free person, after many years of obedience she has finally snapped, whether your muse had any influence in that decision or not. She is considered a fugitive and anyone helping her will be as well. Being on the run is not something Opal ever wanted so it’s not a decision she takes lightly, she’s moody and regretful about whatever has caused her to take this path. The only work she can find is a brothel willing to turn a blind eye but they will not do anymore to help her and will turn her in if she causes too much trouble.

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Non-thread

[OOC] - everything on the blog that isn’t an rp thread

[~Opal Blogging~] - everything that Opal would post

[~Thoughts~] - text posts that Opal would like

[~Aesthetic~] - pictures Opal would find appealing or that relate to her 

[~Music~] music Opal would play or sing

[~Poetry~] - poems that Opal would write

[~Wardrobe~] - items that would be in Opal's wardrobe 

[~Portrait~] - a tentative face claim of Elle Fanning, because she’s the actress I’d pick for Opal but I don’t think she looks exactly right

Prompts

[~Open Prompt~] - any and all open rp memes, plots, or wanted threads

[~RP Prompt~] - rp memes I reblog

[~Wishlist~] - plots I’d be interested in

[~Character Prompt~] - character questions or writing prompts

Threads

~AUs~/~Fandom thread~ - the au or fandom that best suits the thread’s content 

~Thread name~ - the prompt name, name of your starter, or a random name I come up with

[Examples]

Content warnings

tw alcohol mention - these threads mention alcohol but it may or may not be being used at the time 

tw alcohol - these threads contain alcohol use

tw drug mention - these threads mention drugs, prescription or otherwise, but they may or may not be being used at the time

tw drugs - these threads contain drug use, prescription or otherwise 

NSFW - these threads will contain smut, including noncon and dubcon 

tw violence - these threads will contain violence, including anything from assault to physical abuse 

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Links˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Since you’ve made it this far! Here! Have some links!

(You don’t have to check these out, but AO3 has the original author’s information on Jembax and Refsheet has a full gallery of all the commissioned art of Opal)

🫧📝💟 AO3 💟📝🫧

🪻☔️📝 Refsheet.net 📝☔️🪻

🫧🍾💟 Pinterest 💟🍾🫧

🪻📝💿 Spotify 💿📝🪻

[opal-owl-flight]

So one of my followers revealed themself a Zionist after all the posts I shared about supporting Palestine

If you are supporting Israel after every fucking thing that has happened, get the fuck out of my face. You are supporting the genocide of a people. I do not want you following me. Fuck off.

[opalofoctober]

can you. can you tell I have a favorite type of character

[oriopal]

opal what the hell did you seriously write toxic yuri rpf? yes. here's 2.1k of girl gax.

pairing: george russell/max verstappen.

what's ahead: they're lesbians, harold. george is kind of weird. so is max. mature content. smut. breathplay. and if i'm missing something somebody please tell me.

George is, for lack of a better word, dumbfounded. But unlike the men around her, she doesn’t have her jaw on the floor. It would be absolutely fair if she did anyway. 

Max Verstappen is in a dress. 

It's not that Max has not worn dresses before. It's that she shows up every year at the annual party in that same abysmal rag she calls a dress. It's ill-fitting and the most boring black piece of clothing George has seen in her life, and the hem pools awkwardly around Max’s feet (and every year Max looks beautiful and triumphant anyway). 

Today, however, Max is wearing a dress. George is not ignorant - she’d caught wind of the Alpha Tauri deal Max had sealed, had heard Lando crowing about it in the cafeteria, seen how Alpha Tauri had sent Max clothes, dressed her up so simple and pretty. Anyhow, George had not been prepared for this. 

George stares at Max across the room as she steps in with Liam. The white silk hugs Max’s body like flower petals. It's strapless and the corset presses against her chest in a way that makes her tits almost spill out of the neckline. It's toeing the line of decency. It is also the hottest thing George has seen in a long, long time. 

Somebody has styled the choppy layers of Max’s short hair in bouncy curls and her unnecessarily plump lips shine with gloss. She looks like she does in meetings sometimes - uncomfortable in her skin, but fierce enough to portray infuriating confidence. George thinks many things about Max and not even half of them are polite enough to say out loud. She’s unbearably rude sometimes and obnoxious when with the likes of Daniel and clever enough it grates against George. George has armed herself with rulebooks her entire life and Max memorises them only to skirt around them. Her skin looks as though it would bruise at a touch – milky and flushed, always. Her thighs are strong in her work trousers and her voice is thready and the mole on her top lip is usually curled in a sneer. She respects her own ideas above all else and her strong arms are crossed over her chest most times. No one in the office clashes with George more. George wants to kill her. 

(George wants to put her teeth to Max’s neck.)

Max navigates the venue in search of her table, oblivious to all the eyes that follow her. The bright lights shine on Max’s skin enough to imitate a pearl under moonshine. When George sees Charles come over to Max, not even bothering to pretend he’s looking at Max’s eyes, George turns around in her seat and drains her drink in one go.

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Max wins Employee of the Year again. She’s won it enough times that they know not to announce Maxine Verstappen, Sebastian smiling wide as he calls out just Max. Max doesn’t give a speech and they don’t ask her to, letting Sebastian talk. Up on the stage is where she looks the most beautiful to George. Flushed pink and proud - the best out of them. Every year George looks at her up on that stage and thinks mine, mine, mine. She can never quite figure out whether she’s thinking about the award or Max. 

When Max gets off the stage, the others surround her immediately. George can hear her smug voice going high as she starts off on some agitated tangent. Max is known for her hatred for events like this, and George can only imagine how she’s faring dressed like a lamb. The blue of her eyes flashes in the lights when she opens them wide; her flat, angled features characterised by theatrical expressions as she talks. Carlos and Charles stare at her like idiots and nod along. George wonders if someone told her just right, would Max shut up? Or would she turn her slanted eyes sideways and fight like misguided prey?

“Someone’s going to think you’re planning to murder Max with how you’re staring.”

Alex looks just the right amount of amused in his tacky suit, sipping some disgustingly sweet looking drink.

“It’s not like I’m the only one staring. I’m not half as daft as the others either,” George tells Alex, who looks even more entertained. 

“And you’re staring with the same intent then? Come on Georgie, you can talk to her, y’know.”

“I might just murder her then,” George mutters, not taking her eyes off Max.

Alex shifts in his seat. He’s been itchy all week due to Lily’s absence. She’d had some tournament again and had to leave for Australia, leaving her miserable man behind. George can’t for the life of her figure out how someone can be lonely if they have a thousand and one pets. Even now under dim lighting George can see he’s tired. 

“How’s the project with Carlos going?” Max is at the bar now, lips wrapped around the straw in a glass of what is probably a G&T.

“Same old. He’s kind of fun actually. Plus now I have even more dirt on Lando.”

Back home at the farm, the sheep were George’s favourite. Even though most considered them dumb prey animals, they were clearly intelligent and had a very strong social structure with their flock. Max makes accidental eye contact with George from across the auditorium, eyes flashing in the light and face blank. George watches Max’s tense shoulders as she turns back around and laughs at something Charles is saying. Every year there is at least one incident that stirs the office chatter in the direction of mad max again. But George thinks of the way Max arms herself with some people and creates clear roles with some others, shoulders squared and plush mouth always tight with the anticipation of attack. Looks like even here George’s favourite is the sheep: even dressed as a wolf. 

“—They did go home in the same car and I have strong suspicions they weren’t going to different places. George? George, be serious.”

“There’s nothing new about Carlos and Lando,” George says, turning her attention to Alex. He looks just about done with her. She feels a little guilty for not listening more intently. 

Alex puts his elaborate fruity monstrosity down, brown eyes serious. “You know if putting a lid on it doesn’t mean it won’t boil over, don’t you? Your thing with Max?” 

“There is no “thing”. She’s insufferable.” George replies disdainfully. When Alex heaves a sigh, she asks him about Lily’s tournament. 

——— 

The problem is that there may very well be a “thing”. 

She knows she would not do this had it been anyone else. Alex maybe, but she’d be less mad. This is Maxine. George is standing at the door of Max’s apartment with a thick file in her hand at 09:45 on a Friday night. When she feels angry enough that she thinks pushing Max down the stairs on Monday would be better than whatever was about to happen now, she knocks. 

The door swings open and Max stares up at George. Her short hair is damp and curling against her neck. She’s wearing a tshirt that almost drowns her frame and shorts that are barely visible. She stands there staring at George with wide, blue eyes. George stands at Max’s door in her silk shirt, work trousers, and hair still pinned up. 

“Georgia? Did you miss me or something?” Max’s voice is thin, one eyebrow arched sharply. She looks as though she was already in bed, soft and tangible, but George can hear the music of a paused video game playing faintly from inside.

“It’s George. You left your pass in the office. I’m leaving tomorrow and no one was available to give it to you on the weekend,” George responds flatly. 

Max’s mouth twitches. She looks unbearably smug for some reason.

“Well. Come in. Don’t stand there like a ghost,” she says, already turning around and retreating back in. George stands there for a moment, jaw clenched. She’s here to hand off the pass for the Singapore conference and go home. Nothing else. She’s not part of the flock Max surrounds herself with. 

George steps in. The apartment smells faintly of chocolate and everything is illuminated by soft lighting. The furniture is mostly pastel and George sees a cat leap behind the sofa. 

“Go sit on the couch and I’ll get you some water.”

George moves apprehensively, stiff and out of place. This was not what she was imagining. Max and her soft, soft home and George sitting on the couch with her spine rigid and eyes on Max (prey? prey? predator?)

Max returns with a glass of water, putting it on the little table in front of George. She stands there with her hands on her hips, staring down at George with some sort of fallacious power. When she speaks, her lisp sounds sharper.

“Well? I have a life, Georgia and I’d like to continue with it of course if you’d get this over with. You know you could have just given it to Charles? He'd surely drop it by.”

Yes, because he’d like to stick his cock in you, George thinks, cruel.

“Or I could’ve come tomorrow and taken it from the guard. You, of course, did not need to come and be reminder of how I forgot–,”

Max tastes like chocolate. Her lips are unbearably soft under George’s and she makes a noise of surprise when George kisses her. Max strains her neck to kiss back just as feverishly and George slides her hands up to the base of Max’s neck, who shoves her hand up George’s shirt, just as impatient as ever. When George presses her hands against her external jugulars, the blonde twitches and rocks forward, keening into George’s mouth. Oh this poor, little thing. George could strangle her while she moans against George’s lips, head light and spinning. 

She manages to rid Max of her tshirt and shorts as they fall onto the couch and pulls apart long enough to take off her own clothes. Max watches hungrily, eyes hazy as if drunk. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, miles of pale skin and soft mass, flushed pink and dotted with moles. George lowers herself on top of Max and puts her teeth to Max’s neck.

“Not running your mouth now, hm? Moaning like anything, you silly thing,” George sneers, out of breath. Max whines when George swings a leg over her hips and lets the other rest under Max’s thick thigh. 

She snarls at George. “If you’d hurry the fuck up, maybe I wouldn’t be falling asleep.”

George squeezes one of her tits with her hand and lets the other rest over her neck. She rocks forward and grinds hard against Max’s weeping heat. Max hisses and grips one of George’s thighs, rocking in tandem. She hiccups whenever George put pressure on her clit and then latches her mouth to George’s nipple, biting. It feels terribly wonderful. For a momentary George thinks they're going way to fast, but the thought evaporates when Max switches to the other nipple and sucks.

George yanks at her hair and moans. “Good girl, so good when you’re at mercy.” 

Max slides down then and they both spasm when she grinds just right, biting at George’s collarbone. George sticks one hand down in the middle of them both to find and press against Max’s clit, feeling how wet they both are. 

Max screams. “Please, please- harder George, please!”

“Yeah? Look at you begging,” George pants, dizzy now, pleasure fraying her at the edges. She kisses Max wildly and presses down on her throat as Max scrabbles and scratches at George, gasping and bucking wildly beneath George before coming. A second later George’s body locks up, falling forward as she comes with a whine. 

———— 

George looks in the mirror, hair pinned back in a tight bun and her shirt tucked in her work trousers. She’d had to hunt down the iron when she realised she didn’t have time to change her clothes at her own house. Max, still eating her bowl of fruit from breakfast, sits on the bed behind George. 

“They won’t check if the stick up your ass fell out overnight just because you fucked me, don’t worry,” she says, bratty and beautiful in her sleep clothes.

“When does your flight leave?” George asks, turning around. 

“8 p.m. Why? Don’t want to see me there?” When Max looks up at her from the bed with a bitchy twist to her mouth, all George can think about is the sheep. When they were led to the butcher’s, they could always tell. They’d be distressed and fussy, making noise and bumping around. One of them in particular had been hard to send away because she’d ram into things and flail angrily. George looks down at Max, soft in her big tshirt and a hickey on her neck and smiles. She is fond of mistaken creatures. She puts her hand on Max’s neck and watches her flush red. 

“I’ll send you my room number.”

[murkysummer-ice99]

[onion-makes-stimboards]

Hm, do a stimboard of your all time favorite character! Doesn't gotta be from an object show

!!Claire/Opal Stimboard!!

⚠️TW liminal spaces⚠️

1--2--3--4--5--6--7--8

(She’s one of my favourites I haven’t done yet, one of my favourite comfort characters. She’s so me-coded. :3)

[steviebbboi]

Crystal-Themed Dividers

A/N: Enjoy these dividers :) if you use them, please kindly tag me when you would use them, thank you sm! <3

[opal]

another one... its me ^w^ my trainersona (epic) i wrote this whole entire lore document the other day (10 pages and counting uh oh) documenting her canonical journey based on the order i played games in it was actually a lot of fun !!!

this wont only be a pokemon art blog. i just drew a lot of pokemon stuff first LOL

[sth-askverse]

So question for Sonic: What is your favorite song to listen to?

Also question for Shadow: Favorite gemstone?

Shadow literally got a migraine from your playlist the last time you two had one of your little roma-

ANYWAY, gun to my head, if I had to pick my current repeat? "Hard to Handle" by the Black Crowes. My favorite changes pretty frequently, but, I do love a good old fashion rock piece.

Interspersed with Norse metal, Broadway musical showtunes, modern pop, weirdly unnerving alternative.... and... old 50s jazz...?

What can I say, I'm a man of diverse taste. And the jazz is for Shadow, anyway, you know I don't actually listen to crooners...

... It doesn't... have to be green...

Mm but the mostly green ones are your favorites~

... I don't understand the point of this. Why do these.. entities want to know such... seemingly useless information about us? What advantage over us are they gaining here? It's... suspicious and unnerving.

Look at it this way, handsome. You know that journaling your therapists are always harping on about you doing? This is basically like that, only without the physical journal with all your "vulnerabilities laid bear to be used against you if it were found" you're so worried about with the actual journaling. Plus, who knows, maybe they're just fans of yours, did you think of that?

Tch, I don't have fans, bat, or don't you remember? I'm not exactly well liked, why would something like me have fans?

... GUN really needs to hire better therapists...

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[prophet-stims]

blue owyhee opal 💙

[opalinecookie]

Intro 2.0!!

Hello creators! Just wanted to make another intro just to tell a little bit more about myself. As I’ve said, I’m Opal Ink Cookie, a multiverse guardian wishing to explore and protect the worlds of Cookie Run. (Also, I’m currently patching up a space for me and a few friends of mine, so to the creator’s eye, I look like a sketch right now!)

I am genderqueer, going by they/it, or if you’re familiar with neopronouns, Ink/Inks! Though, I can go by any pronouns. I don’t really mind!

I was created by a witch, though certain… circumstances occurred, so I’ve taken whatever wisdom I was given from them and left my AU. (My witch was actually exiled and abandoned!… I don’t know why but that’s a fact I know!) So, I don’t have a specific universe for myself.

However…

After discovering how to jump from AU to AU, I’ve found many that are incomplete or abandoned. Their world was crumbling, much like mine was when my witch… disappeared. So I’ve started protecting them, taking them in. Eventually, we’ve found a space! A space for refugees of abandoned AUs to commune and exist without the fear of crumbling. Honestly, it’s been a while since the early days! This has been going on for some times now. How? I’m not sure still. I just know that we had a collective power and we used it to create a space for ourselves!

And now, I’m making a space for this little blog! I hope this will reach creators so we can create a bigger community of AUs and creations, and that we can enjoy art and imagination together!

Also, say hi to Traveler! They’ve been busy creating this space so give ‘em some love!

[opal-owl-flight]

You can do that, right godslayer?

[deadboystims]

dedenne for @stitchwraith-stingers and 🐭 anon!

sources: 1 , 2 , 3 / 4 , 5 , 6 / 7 , 8 , 9

[shellfish-thoughts]

📖🔥 BOOK REVIEW 🔥📖

A Soul To Keep by Opal Reyna

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🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Hear me out! I would smash! He’s the best guy around! 😍

Orpheus has come to claim Reia as his new “bride.” Sent against her will, she is determined to escape as soon as she can but finds it difficult when Orpheus is so kind and caring—definitely not trying to kill her and eat her as she had anticipated. 😏

I do love me a good ol’ Beauty and the Beast action, but I wasn’t expecting how heartfelt and wholesome this book would be! Our little Duskwalker is just a big softie who just wants some love and company. How could anyone not like him!? A man who is loving, kind, caring, and trying to learn everything that makes you happy?! That’s happy to receive the smallest bit of kindness?! I can’t; my heart will explode. 🥹

And don’t even get me started on the steam! The spice was very spicy! I loved every second of it! I didn’t know almost getting eaten alive would be so fun. 😚

I felt like there was so much time and care put into this book outside of just the romance. There was a whole world we were immersed in with intricate magic and enemies. Every concept and lore of this series is so fun and unique. To have Duskwalker eyes correlate to their emotions was so fun to see executed! To have them feed off of and smell fear played great into our couple’s learning trust (considering he could have eaten her very easily)! 😍

Everything just felt so purposeful and throughout. To see Orpheus’s brother having lesser “humanity”/knowledge really added to Orpheus’s efforts in growing and gaining knowledge to be able to build a home and care for Reia, even though we can see he still has much to learn. Everything combined played a part in helping this love story blossom while making room for more potential characters and couples.

Read it. The monster part just makes it more fun, trust me! 🔥

[magicalshopping]

♡ Sakura Septum Rings (Faux & 16G) by Midnight Springs ♡

These are PREORDERS to crowdfund their production that'll last 4.5 months or until completely funded, whichever comes first! Currently available to preorder in rose gold or pink. If you preorder, feel free to mention, "Referred by Magical Shopping" in your order comments to let them know I sent you guys their way. <3

[pocket-gems]

Draco content i repeat draco content

Edit: at this point I'm just being greedy here's just all. Take it. See it. Since my tablet got busted I decided to finally redraw them in absolute fear of it broken again and just loosing all the redraws. They feel different but familiar and Im just happy with that

Im slowly redrawing my gemsonas. Era 1, 2 and 3!