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[monty-whatshisname]

Hello! Sorry for the absence, I've been setting up a YouTube channel!

Please check it out at your leisure; I hope you enjoy what I've made! : D

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Elsword x Identity V, anyone? I had a lot of fun making this XD

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I finally got to "read" Coraline for the first time! I couldn't find a physical copy at the library, so I had to settle for an audiobook, but I think that turned out to be the better choice.

I've seen the movie as well, but it was fun attempting to put my own spin on the characters. I hope you like them! :D

I wasn't really paying attention at the ghost kid part and drew two boys by accident, but I still like how they all came out.

Actually, now that I have a proper comparison, I'm a bit disappointed at how they were portrayed in the movie. Probably just aesthetic dissonance though, as the same thing happened when I saw the movie Prince Caspian for the first time.

I drew more scribbles, but they quickly became incoherent as I neared the climax, so I didn't include them.

(Kinda strange, considering the direct opposite happened when I listened to Everywhere at the End of Time, of all things. But that's definitely a story for another time. 👀)

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Various concepts for you-know-who.

His and Brody's actual relationship is...unstable, at best. But I like their aesthetic contrast together.

Bonus scribble of the VSW, but without the Space-Wizard part. :D

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Is Sky available on Android devices...?

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*Untitled Story*

Chapter 1

***

“Hey, John.”

“Hello, Brody.” The newcomer stood in the direct middle of the hall, staring down his nose at me with an elegant expression. “Why did you stay behind yesterday?”

“Detention,” I shrugged, gingerly attempting to pass on his right. “It happens sometimes.”

He lifted an arm to block me. I froze as the cuff of his pristine white shirt brushed against my chest “Ah. So where are you going now?”

“To class?” I tried to swallow, but every muscle was burning. I felt like if I moved another inch, I'd regret everything. John was a newcomer to my school. He'd only been here a few weeks, but had already gained the admiration of practically everyone he locked eyes with. “I’m not interested in joining your little fanclub, sir.”

Dunno where the “sir” came from, but apparently it was the wrong move. I refused to look at his face, but his arm visibly tensed, fingers twitching and regaining composure in the span of a blink. “What?” His voice, usually so vanilla, had suddenly spiked. He cleared his throat and tried again “What on earth are you talking about?”

“You’re not normal,” I muttered, grabbing his arm to push past to my classroom.

He got his fingers laced backwards around my hand, catching me as I passed “What was that, Brody?”

“Nothing.”

“No, really,” he rotated under his arm so his face was barely inches away from mine “You can tell me. I’m not insulted easily.” His breath smelled like an abandoned candle store: sweet, smooth…tinged with must.

I bit my lip and dared a glance up into his eyes. Oh, mercy, they were so fake. Like little marbles sitting where his eyes should've been. “I…I said you’re…you’re not normal!”

“Eh?” John’s voice croaked in surprise, his eyes lighting up with a brief spark of realism. I'd caught him completely off guard.

There was silence for a moment. The hall was empty, the final bell already rung. The only noise was the murmur of teachers behind classroom doors, as if the two of us had slipped into a crack of frozen time and space.

John's marble-eyes held steady contact with mine as he pulled away. “Wh-where on earth did you get such a silly notion…” he mumbled. He turned away and started walking, attempting to shield his rapidly darkening expression “Who’s protecting you…?”

“Me!” Emboldened by the fact I'd finally touched a nerve, I stepped after him “What alien is controlling you?”

“No one's 'controlling' me.” John walked a little faster, his answer surprisingly blunt. “Isn’t your classroom the other way?”

“We go to the same class, pal,” I have longer legs than he does.

He started half-jogging “Leave me alone, then.”

“Not gonna.”

This is stupid, my brain was saying. But I was too hungy to stop now. Two weeks of nothing but trying to subtly rope me into his growing gaggle of "friends", and now he couldn’t even stand up to a little odd comment.

“What are you hiding~?” I singsonged, skipping next to him as he tried to go faster.

I saw his eyes flash, with what emotion, I couldn’t tell, and he broke into a dead run. His perfectly shined shoes made a pinging noise against the hall floor with every step, becoming successively more deliberate with every stride.

I finally had to break into a trot behind him, still tailing him enough to brush the back of his sweater. “Dude-huff-you running only makes this worse!” How long was this hallway? “You look-puff-really guilty right now~!”

His feet hit the floor simultaneously and he sprinted, flinging his book bag into a row of lockers with an echoing crash. We barely heard the shout of an exasperated teacher telling us to slow down. Nothing mattered now. Reality was an insignificant blur. I had prey to catch and it wouldn’t. stop. running!

The impact happened before I even had a chance to register the wall. John stumbled to a stop and spun around to face me, but I slammed full-force into his stomach. The world was fuzzy and my breath came hard, but I heard John's breathing come just as ragged and realized I had him pinned.

“Where’re all your friends now, Goody-Two-Shoes?” I huffed, a carnivorous grin spreading helplessly over my face.

“Boys! Knock that off this instant!” A voice from behind. Judging from the footsteps and flash of grey curls, it was our substitute teacher, Mr. Elliot.

“Speak!” I hissed. I grabbed John’s arms and forced them over his head “Are you crazy? Are you scared of me? What is it?”

“Mister Maria! Get off him!” Elliot’s voice was edged with a shrill enough pitch to make your ears boil.

But I didn’t let him go. I shook his arms “Tell me!”

John mumbled something I didn’t quite hear.

“What?”

“It doesn’t matter.” John raised his head and locked eyes with me. I realized his fingers were gripping, no, sinking into the wall behind him. The wall fragmented like a punched mirror, cracks spidering outward in a chorus of unholy creaking. I felt like I was watching through the eyes of someone else. I couldn’t move.

John leaned backward into the fracture and grabbed my wrists. I was flung over his head, splinters of wall scraping along my body, and plunged into the dusky abyss on the other side. Gracefully, John leaped off the edge of the hallway and hovered down beside me, a crooked smile spreading across his face “Got you.”

***

Stop.

Pause game.

Continue?

My eyes felt runny and heavy. I pried them open regardless.

My limbs were suspended in midair, and yet they felt impossibly heavy. My head? No, I couldn’t move that either. Blinking felt like dragging a 100-pound weight through a pit of half-dry cement. My vision flickered and crackled, everything swimming like an old-fashioned TV screen. What was this? Hello?

Is this an after-dream? The air certainly felt warm and thick. Like a blanket. Am I asleep? This heaviness…I wanted it to drag me down into its conclusion. Wrap me in its singularity and never permit me to wake up…wake up…

Greetings, mortal.

The words weren’t so much spoken as they sort of just appeared in my head, scrolling by like rpg dialogue.

Hello?

My lips couldn’t move, but the word seemed to hover in the air.

Hello!

I wasn’t alone. The rainbow static burned at my eyesight, but I could still make out a vague form. No arms, large shoes, round glasses…curly hair…? Elliot??

Hello!

Elliot repeated. He didn’t seem to move, but his expression changed. This was no surprise to me, honestly. He had always been a little off.

What happened?

You fell through a wall.

Well, I mean…duh.

What about now? What’s happening?

I’m protecting you.

Why?

Elliot's face flickered to a different expression.

The wood shards created by Johnny’s little mess will impale you in about 1.32 milliseconds.

You stopped time?? Get me out of here, then!

Another flicker.

I cannot. I am not that powerful.

I noticed an earring swinging from his right lobe. It was gold, studded with exactly two red gems. Despite my grainy vision, I could see every detail of it clearly.

Can you do anything, then? Or…what was the point of this?

I can give you a choice: you can die, and the one you call John will reveal himself to you. Or, I can administer rebirth and you can find out on your own.

My eyes got lost in his words, reality feathering at the corners of my gaze like a corrupted video tape. So this confirmed my suspicion that John wasn’t normal, but more questions welled up because of that. He's going to kill me in…what was it?

1.32 milliseconds.

Yeah. He's going to kill me in a literal second. Does this mean he would hurt the rest of the school? Why would he want to kill me, anyway? Not even the popular girls go that far if someone doesn’t like them.

But on the other hand…my parents. My teachers. My family. It’s complicated, but…I don’t want to put a funeral on their plate, of all things.

What’s does rebirth entail?

You lose your humanity. But gain a second chance.

I stopped.

What…kind of…

Are you scared of teeth?

No…?

It took a minute to fully process. This was something only talked about in joking, disregarded as myth.

Please choose quickly. Our time is almost up.

I felt a tremor in the air, like distant thunder. I wasn’t breathing, I realized. The only thing that wasn’t a part of the air were mine and Elliot’s thoughts. The connection flowed freely between us. I understood everything. And so did he.

I don’t want my parents to notice, okay?

They won’t. At least for a few weeks.

Meh. I'll take what I can get.

Elliot smiled. He tipped his head back to reveal the full extent of his glistening teeth, two small fangs pushing through, widening…stretching…sharpening…

His earring caught the dim light like a gleaming eye.

Continue game.

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The air dropped me out of its grasp, a searing light ripping across my eyeballs. The sound of wood chips plinking to the ground below nearly deafened me. I squeezed my eyes shut as a million little wooden knives bit my flesh and my skull fractured into the pavement. Two little spots of red, residual light from Elliot’s earring, lingered in my mind as everything else faded away.

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[monty-whatshisname]

Heart and Soul is just the socially acceptable version of the Song That Never Ends.

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More Elliot concepts, dangit! >:D

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Been out of the Sky community for quite a bit, so someone please enlighten me: Did they add names for the elders or are these all headcanons? And who's this "Resh" guy I keep seeing? Did they add an elder of Eden or something, or is he just a fan character?

I hope this doesn't sound too demanding, I'm just confused. Thank you!

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The day I stop making fanart for obscure, irrelevant games is the day giraffes rain down on my house.

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Okay, but imagine this wee lil' moth brandishing a giant machine gun as all these massive krill tremble in fear

"WASTELAND IS OURS NOW, YOU OVERCOOKED SHRIMPS!!"

Sky: Children of the Light but the skykids have guns

Shooting off guns instead of fireworks when they’ve achieved something

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So, here we have Elliot.

Bold, headstrong, and in possession of a mouth just a *little* too big for his own good, it's commonplace to mistake him for a full-fledged vampire. He is, instead, the only current Oathbound to Overlord Maxwell...which, I suppose, is roughly the same thing.

His current assignment has him stationed at Brody's school, posing as a substitute teacher to investigate the mysterious signals emitting from a recently abandoned section of the building.

He's also the reason Brody is now a vampire. But...we don't talk about that...

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Vampire-Space-Wizard has a dad now! His name is Maxwell and he makes very good coffee. :D

Bonus sketch of Brody without the hoopskirt, etc. I think his hair still needs some work tho.

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*chucks more unwanted scribbles into the void* BE FREE, MY CHILDREN!

This is [REDACTED], codename John Doe.

John Doe is a highly predatory entity, concerned only with the endless pursuit of his own satisfaction.

Suspected to be a former Oathbound to the illustrious Miss Silvia, John's vampiric abilities reek of tampering. Like most vampires, he is difficult to kill. However, several well-documented accounts imply that he is capable of using the Void itself as a means of self-revival beyond second death, his corpse teleporting to a random location to absorb whatever power may be present there. It is believed that whatever abilities he gains upon each "death" remain permanent; all termination attempts are strongly discouraged.

His powers, appearance, and intelligence levels vary between locations, but all documents indicate a consistent ability to hypnotize victims: wound hypnosis and platonic bonding being the two most common methods. Bland demeanor and an unrecognizable face seem to be recurring traits, as well.

*Anyone matching these descriptions is to be detained immediately. Only upon successful containment should Maxwell, Ermengarde, or any other Overlord be contacted for further instructions.*

Trust nothing those idiots say. I'm not a threat I swear! :)

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Aw, heck. It's my blog, right? Imma post more of these even if no-one else likes 'em. XD

I'm struggling a bit with this one's final design. The initial idea was essentially a reverse take on the "1000-year-old loli" trope (a.k.a. mature appearance, innocent nature); buuuut, I guess I got carried away with the whole "vampire space wizard" aesthetic.

He's already got a lot going on up by his face (horns, long hair, etc.), so I figured I'd just give him a simple tunic or something. Doesn't really seem to fit, though...

What do you think?

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I really liked Elsword's concept of having alternate outcomes for each character's storyline as different classes. I tried to combine that concept with the creepy aesthetic of another game called The Black Heart and made an OC! I hope you like him :D

His name is Brody Maria. I'd love to tell you more about him if you're interested!

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Haven't played Sky in a while. Is it worth revisiting?