#| IC Musings

[astrxlfinale]

This is someone 100% proud of the companion he is to others.

Life truly is unforgettable when you make bonds with this Trailblazer.

[valorxdrive]

"They can take your world."

"They can take your heart..."

"Cut you loose from all you know." Despair would always fail to daunt him, for a smile, try and true dawns on his lips.

"But if it's your fate? Then every step forward, will always be a step closer to home."

[scarletooyoroi]

"Huh..."

"I guess after a touch of personal experience, I can certainly confirm that being a specter is not a good idea." Funny how life works like that.

[crossxskulled]

Holds his Monta, forlornly as he stares out of a window being pelted with rain. A rare look is vested upon his countenance, leaving many to consider what could be running through the delinquent's thoughts.

Running forward or away, momentum is built in bones like this. Yet, for the voice that's burning within his heart?

It only had a certain thought.

"This is so not bonkin' dude.. Does fallen soap really dirty it or actually clean the floors?"

[solacium]

presence // aventurine

he'll never outrightly ask you what it is, not at the outset.

he might find you curled on the couch, quiet, trying to breathe out the something in your chest that writhes and constricts, or in tears, but he won't ask, only sit quietly with you, lean against you, the weight of him enough to reassure you of his presence. maybe you reach for him, curl into the hollow of his body, and he'll let you, hold you until the tears stop, or you can feel your hands again, or you fall asleep, to the steady rhythm of his heart.

you'll wake, or look at him, and he'll speak, then, maybe look back at you with those iridescent eyes that you love, as he asks, softly, if you're feeling better, if you want to talk about it.

he'll keep you company, either way, listening. there is a steadiness in the weight of his arms around you, in the even beat of his heart against your back. you'll have to move, eventually, one of your legs falling asleep under you, and you'll both laugh, and shift. he gently disentangles himself from you, to get you something to drink. you settle back down, curled around each other, talk quietly until the sunlight changes.

[looking-for-lost-stars]

Ash received a message from the planet the Milan was berthed over. "Lord Finley, this is lord Zarath, I'd like to make use of your services." The voice was slightly sneering, exactly what you would expect of a noble on an important planet such as this.

- Noctine for Ash

Ash sighed the tone alone made him want to say no. This was exactly why he didn't usually stop by his more well off planets. He set a reply a few moments later. "What service exactly?"

[rp-yoko]

Suppose I'll get out of bed, though I don't really feel like it.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Eventually North's academics and papers got sorted, joining the Class 1-A as more of a general student. He was still in on things but he was technically not a student of 1-A. He would be a part of 2-A in the next year. He would arrive at the classroom for his first day, already feeling out of place as he mostly just sits at his desk.

Some was speaking about the new student in school of UA or at least some was wondering what the new student was like. Many was questioning about it, even Izuku who was seeing his fellow classmates talking about it.

[searchingforakeythatdoesntexist]

DAY 14 - «On Thin Ice» Good Omens AU - Triptych Tribute for @blairamok  

Part 2/3: "Fallen Serpent" Crowley

Please, listen to this

Race

Life's a race

And I am gonna win

Yes, I am gonna win

And I'll light the fuse

And I'll never lose

And I choose to survive

Whatever it takes

You won't pull ahead

I'll keep up the pace

And I'll reveal my strength

To the whole human race

Yes, I am prepared

To stay alive

I won't forgive, the vengeance is mine

And I won't give in

Because I choose to thrive

Yeah, I'm gonna win!

Race

It's a race

And I'm gonna win!

Tomorrow, they will be together for the Grand Finale... See you there! ;-)

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↓Come on, check the behind-the-scenes!↓

Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day

Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour

Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished

Max time allowed: 2 hours, as usual for my Daily Challenges.

Tribute Time, so I threw the timer away, lol :-p. As for my Fallen Angel Aziraphale (link), I spent more or less 3 hours on the lineart, plus 1h30 on the colouring/shading.

Crowley, as my « Fallen Serpent ».

“On Thin Ice”'s author Blairamok describes the Cantilevers figure as « one of the biggest fuck yous to physics », and so one of Crowley’s signature moves. As I was searching drawing references about this amazing figure, I found a lot of ways to perform it, all beautiful and impressive. I finally chose this particular one (I am sorry I don’t know the original performer’s name on the picture I used, but to me he seemed so powerful, yet relaxed and happy on the picture, so I couldn’t resist). Though I had to slightly re-adapt the figure to Crowley who is taller, thinner and maybe even more flexible (ssssnaky, duh).

I had so much fun re-thinking his clothes for my sketch. I used the scrumptious💕 black and red « Serpent » clothing that Blairamok created, and I added my own « signature move » : wings – or, well, feathers. As Crowley is THE Fallen Angel here, the feathers are slightly burnt, some of them almost torn apart. They cover his shoulder blades, then spread out as a unique short and damaged wing at the back of his right shoulder, go down on his right flank, then cross his back as they slightly go embracing his left hip. The Red Serpent Pattern is quite the same as Blair’s clothing, but it still continues on his leg and circles his right ankle like a leg shackle.

I am particularly proud of Crowley’s eye and expression. Remember? I dearly wanted Crowley sharing a glance with Aziraphale while he was doing his Cantilevers, and Aziraphale was supposed to glance back to him. I had to give up on this idea later – because the figure I chose for Aziraphale definitely couldn’t allow such a shared glance. (but wait for the third part of this triptyque, it will be posted tomorrow!)

So, my Crowley still has this ethereal, strangely happy, almost enthralled expression. It kind of represents my own interpretation of the Cantilevers figure : it’s a proof of complete trust, in yourself, in your skills, in your art and your environment. And I like to imagine that if Crowley is able to have such confidence in himself, then maybe he can and will trust his partner Aziraphale with quite the same strength.

Thanks for reading! See you tomorrow for the third part - our Ineffable Partners will be toghether, finally! (aaaand they will be not talking but whatever the acting will speak for them)

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[mahariel-theirin]

"You look very pretty tonight, Aoi."

and then he didn't kiss her

[astrxlfinale]

Ah. The peaches community.

His Jam. His very place to belong.

[valorxdrive]

"Y'know.. With the last two Christmases I celebrated having nothing but lasers, a throwdown and literally teaming up with Santa at some point. I kinda forgot how it is to have a 'normal' one at this point."

...

Sora wonders what that says about him.

"Least if I gotta do christmas carols, I can fly down the street instead of freezin' the ankles in the snow!"

[scarletooyoroi]

Catch Thoma spending a morning sunbathing with a small pack of blubberbeast seals upon a Fontanian shore. After spending a nice little morning swimming and ensuring all in their makeshift party had some fish to snack on. (His own being cooked of course!)

Why not just enjoy the simpler things? A morning of belly up relaxation with his animal pals.

He's been accepted into their little family.

[crossxskulled]

"HELLLLLLL YEAH! Spookin' season is right around the corner! N' ya already know what that means~~ candy n' cake galore! A damn good reason to celebrate!"

..

"Well, that n' the hella nice costumes too. Dependin on what it is!"

[mccoyquialisms]

my theorizing so far re the gods:

I think that many years ago Sol and Galicaea conspired to remove their celestial rivals (Ankarna and Cassandra, respectively) and steal their followers for themselves. The way this was done for Cassandra is known. It has been implied the unnamed god's transition from the more benign 'summer, sun' domain to the more aggressive 'fire, wrath' domain was a gradual transition of faith traditions, but the triggering event for this was not made clear. I suspect that Sol was involved with this, as in the modern day of Spyre he and his son Helio now embody the summer/sun aspects. The Rat Grinders insistence in involving specifically a cleric of Sol is also highly suspicious. There has been a lot of emphasis on the different aspects of the gods and how they might be influenced by their followers, but I don't think we should be discounting the actions gods can make on the mortal world through their followers, and I think teasing out this connection will be essential to solving the mystery. There have been FAR too many references to Galicaea and Sol this season for them to not have a hand in this. The absolutely insane series of events in the Hallowed summoning circle seem to point to this as well.

As for the rage god themselves, they seem to be dangerous, both to the world and to Cassandra specifically. Very possibly they were transformed into some kind of hellish or fiendish god, they became dangerous, and this is what ultimately prompted them being killed. However, I can't escape the thought that there has to be more to it than that. There's been a lot of talk this campaign about 'fairness', and you know what strikes me as exceedingly unfair? Having your domain stolen, your wife killed by her own siblings and being utterly powerless to stop it. It is unfair that you are unable to even mourn them properly or have any hope of their revival. You can't even speak their name. Rage against injustice is not inherently bad and is often needed to trigger meaningful action. What delineates useful anger and useless anger is what you do with it, which is a theme which has constantly popped up this season. Was Ankarna's developing rage justified, but it then turned into something ugly and untenable? Cassandra's domain has been characterized as "scary" and "dark", and in one aspect of her it IS, but it's been made abundantly clear this season that it is also protective and beautiful and needed. She was redeemed and made who she is now by someone recognizing and believing in that. It would make sense to me that the being she once walked hand in hand with would need that kind of belief to be redeemed too.

[justsescape]

Any other characters hiding in the barn, Just~?

"I'm used to wearing swimsuits, but doesn't this one seem a little... tight?"

A cowprint two-piece stretched itself over Aoi's cartoonish curves. The doorframes of her apartment had become well-acquainted with her wide, wide ass; each one sported marks in the paint where her watermelon-esque cheeks had to be yanked from their grip. Meanwhile, breasts like wrecking balls drooped from her torso like they had every intention of anchoring her to the ground. There was not a single, solitary angle -- behind or otherwise -- where they weren't visible. Where once her tanlines formed in the shape of her swimsuit across her skin, now they merely gave up on anything beneath her bust. Her lower half was cast in an eternal shadow.

"The tiny cups barely keep me c-covered, and... and..." Aoi gritted her teeth as she forced herself to stay upright. If not for her exercise routine, surely her legs would have given out underneath her ponderous top-heaviness. "And it's really hard to swim with this humongous ch-chest!"

Aoi's face was beet red. Knocked knees and hunched shoulders completed the picture of embarrassment -- but her titanic tits billowed outward without the slightest hint of hesitation. They flooded down the front of her body until they nearly grazed across her toes.

Temptation and curiosity fogged Aoi's mind. One exploratory squeeze was all it took. The very moment her hands entrenched themselves in her bust, her breast flesh bulging between her slender fingers, milk leaked, hosed, gushed from nipples as long and thick as her forearms. It spilled across the floor like she had just overturned an oil drum.

"MmmMMMMMmngh~!" The floor became dangerously slippery in an instant -- and Aoi's lopsided weight did little to help her balance. With arms spread out so wide it was like she was cheerleading, Aoi tilted back further and further until gravity did its worst.

"AAAAAAAH!"

It's a good thing Aoi's butt was built like an airbag. She fell to the ground not with a harsh impact, but instead with a soft bounce. Her breasts gyrated up and down, up and down, like buoys on an unsettled sea.

Aoi could only offer a bashful giggle. "W-well, I guess it's not all bad," she admitted, raising a hand to toy with her hair clip. "And if you like it, then I guess... I can keep growing more..."