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{ I just went through my followers and it’s kind of sad to see that the majority have been inactive for a year+

I’ve been active in the One Piece fandom the past while so if I’m not on here you can probably find me @scarlethaki. Also my art blog is @artreflex c: }

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-- If you’re still active in the Fanpro community as a roleplay blog or an art blog, could you please reblog this so I can follow you?

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{ *cringes at how gross my writing and art was* }

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it’s been 100 years since I’ve drawn my baby

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lil’ pic of ask0047 who has the cutest playlist on her blog

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Hey guys... 

 It's kind of crazy to be on here... It's been over a year. I've actually wanted to come back multiple times over that disappearance but never ended up doing so. I've been active on Tumblr the whole time, I've just been roleplaying in other fandoms. A lot has happened during my time away. I finished my first year of college in the Art Fundamentals program and I got accepted into my school's animation program for this upcoming school year! The program is three years long and I'm really hoping I'll be able to finish it!

Now onto the state of my fanpro blogs. I want to delete all the ones I currently have (if I can remember the log-in info) except for 0047, who I will archive. 47 was my first ever roleplay muse and while there's a place in my heart for her, I want a clean slate if I am to return. So I won't delete her blog, but it'll archived for the most part? I don't know if anybody is even active in this roleplay community anymore, but if you are then I'm excited to interact with you guys!

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Your art looked like line and color pudding at the beginning of fanpro??? Holy fuck??? Your art is so good????????????

*screams because an art senpai noticed me*

Hehe, well in all seriousness and to be fair, my god awful art at the beginning was done with a mouse back when I also had no idea how to work any art programs. It’s been a year since I’ve gotten a tablet so I’m at the point where I’m sort of doing okay with it? Idk, my traditional art still always turns out better though ^-^

I’m not saying my traditional art hasn’t improved at all since two years ago, cause I’m not afraid to say that it has a HELLA lot and I’m proud of my progress, but my actual art wasn’t as bad as my incompetent mouse drawings either c:

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More draws

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*turns punk af*

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The actual pencil sketches of some of the fashion submissions. I just put them into sai then line and colour them, but I think these actually look better on paper c:

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“I don’t know how I feel about wearing an apron for fashion, but I like the dress…!”

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“I really like it! I think I’ll keep it, thanks!”

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Dress up my muse by submitting outfits into my inbox and my muse will tell you how they feel about the outfit you chose

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I’ll probably play around with these more tomorrow but I thought I’d share these body references/colour palettes before I go to bed!

This is more for my storyline than anything else, so it’ll probably help those who are interested in it.

So this is 47, yup, neither look anything like her original design or my redesign of her, and there are reasons for that.

On the left you will see 47 if she had never become a mutant and were still a human woman. Some of you might remember 47 being blonde and blue-eyed for fanprohigh, well, that colour palette is making a comeback for 47 in her subconscious scenes, since in her deep subconscious, she it still “human”. She also appears her correct age in her mind, since that’s how old she sees herself as.

On the right you will see 47 after Yashar’s blood takeover is stopped before fully completing and she is rescued. There isn’t a way to reverse what was already done, but she isn’t fully demon either, and she has her mind returned to her.

For this design, her eyes are more winged, her ears are pointer, she has gained a third eye, and her entire colour palette is darkened, mostly because I took inspiration from fanpro 1144 and wanted to stay within my boundaries of skin colours and such. I know there was a bit of talk about fanpro skin colours lately, so I just went with what was given to me. I did give her a bit of a greyer tone though, since Yashar’s skin tone is grey too. Overall, I think the colours look very nice.

Her hair is much more “wild” in lines, and I headcanon that it does something like this though probably not as exaggerated-- smaller waves that don’t go to her scalp and down again.

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mythology meme: [1/9] Greek Gods/Goddesses → Eris

Strife whose wrath is relentless, she is the sister and companion of murderous Ares, she who is only a little thing at the first, but thereafter grows until she strides on the earth with her head striking heaven. She then hurled down bitterness equally between both sides as she walked through the onslaught making men’s pain heavier.

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Mati had been trying to bring 47 back to consciousness, but to no avail. She had been so concentrated that she hadn’t even taken notice of Jay’s mental battle with Yashar until 47 had let out a shout of pain, her entire body jerking violently. What...? Had all three of them been connected?

Mati didn’t have time to dwell on it because Jay was already rushing over, telling her to calm 47 down. The three-eyed woman honestly did not know of a way how-- 47′s body was going through lots of pain, it would be nearly impossible to fully calm her. To their luck, it seemed after that roaring outburst, their friend had quieted down again, though she still looked just as terrified and pained.

When he suggested that they go back into the sky. It seemed like the best plan of action to her. Mati gave a curt nod, leaning back from 47 and saying, “Let’s do that. You’ll have to carry her.” She looked down at her left arm, or lack thereof.

--x--

Yashar winced when a powerful wave of psychic power had been shot back at him. Skilled, that boy was. To think such esper abilities were going to waste, and here he thought he could pit the two brothers against each other. A shame, really.

The demon returned his attention to the presence, evading another spike lance from the older brother, green eyes narrowing with frustration. He didn’t have time for this, for he knew that the other two would try to stop the tedious process of him fully awakening his blood and stopping his mental control over Eris. Yes... Eris, a wonderful name.

He lifted up more rocks from around him. There wasn’t much else to throw in these desert banks, but rocks were solid and painful enough. Wearing a wild grin that dripped with amusement, Yashar called out to his opponent, “I’m afraid I’ll have to tie this up very soon.”

Which would give out first, Yashar’s psychic abilities, or this man’s spikes? If he couldn’t land a proper attack physically, then Yashar just had to manage to slip past the physical and enter the mind...

Yes... this could work too, he smirked. It never hurt to try... after all, this man wasn’t an esper like his brother.

--x--

Where was she...? It was so dark.... She hated the dark. Why was it so dark?

Her thoughts felt so hazy... like she was dreaming. Where was she last? At her home right?

47 opened heavy eyes, unable to remember what had happened last. The feeling was a familiar one, as she had felt it several times in her life before. What had she learned it was from...? A name began to form in her thoughts. Y...ash..ar... Yashar...?

And then, all at once, reality slammed into her, driving her alert. Looking around frantically, things she had been too hazy to notice before began appearing showing themselves on the walls and the floor around her.

Her blue eyes widened in panic and shock, her chained feet began to get covered in the thick, black ink around her, the liquid creeping up her body and seeping into her skin. It hurt. It was like it was trying to take control over her, overtake her.

“No...” She whimpered weakly, too shocked to do anything but stare in horror. Her eyes slowly trailed upwards, her entire body filled with terror when she took in all those green eyes on the walls of her jail staring at her. Yashar!

--“Eris... you are Eris...” They whispered, “Let go...”

She shrieked.

Was this hell?

Rescue

“Are you making time with little speeches and stones?” the oldest hellion asked with a smile as the rocks flew towards them. He hissed at the pain of creating tall thorns that served them as shield. The rocks crashed in them, creating a cloud of dust. Jay placed a hand in his brother’s back.

“Give us cover.” 

“Aye.” The hellion sprinted towards Yashar using his spikes as lances. He threw them in an attempt to lure him away from 47. Behind him Mati ran towards her friend followed closely by the youngest hellion. Jay looked behind him for a moment, wishing he hadn’t. It was impossible for En to win this fight alone.

He turned his gaze towards Mati who firmly held 47′s shoulders. She was calling her name. “Mati… Can you reverse th-”

He felt a warm breeze on his neck. His eyes opened in response to danger. Yashar was behind him, inside his mind. His body froze and cringed at the stranger’s essence.

Was this how intrusions felt? Was this how others cringed whenever he pierced their heads without a warning? It felt good, like a blast of warm energy streaming from his neck and towards his head and heart. He trembled realizing he was unable to fathom Yashar’s abstract conscience. Perhaps his own ego felt as foreign for the intruder. And after a moment he was certain of this. It was reassuring to know there was another creature with a mind like his, and weird to realize they had so much more in common than he ever did with his own friends and brothers. Jay smiled.. 

..and let out a mind blast that entered in Yashar’s head. The link was broken.

47 roared in pain. Jay spat a curse while turning to face the demon. To his relief, En had already caught up with him. The young brother smiled, leaving them behind sprinting towards the throne.

“C..can you calm her? Please, I need you to.” 

Jay slowly inhaled air forcing his arm’s eyes to open, asking his back’s eyes for protection and ordering the chest eyes to enter the girl’s mind. He felt uncomfortable with the idea of invading her mind on a deeper level. There was no choice but to find her psyche’s core and call out to her. It would be dangerous. Suddenly, he remembered Rain, the little creature that had carried them until now. He touched his scarf, the creature was hidden inside it.

“Mati, we have to go where Yashar can’t: up.”

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Dawn