#fishermon

[boyd-speaks]

It's Here!

Please share. I've technically been working on this since August 2022.

[asouthfacingfridge]

Was that Mon Calamari even a shipwright?

[yunisverse]

Also may I say that I really, really like your Fishermon design for his what I assume Champion form stage? It looks really great ^^

Thanks! It took a while to figure out what direction I wanted to go with him, since it’s a real departure from his canon look. To clarify, the Butcher Gang here is composed of Charlimon and Barlemon (Champion level) and Edgamon (Rookie level).

Fishermon, Pipermon, and Strikermon are... later problems.

[elezendad]

I rightly love how my Zandalari came out.  I mentioned before that I broke two of my oldest rituals making him and after that I have just felt really good all day.  I don’t think its weird to say he feels lucky?  I just like him a whole lot even though I haven’t leveled him yet.

I just wanted to show how the Zandalari hold spears.  I think Tzelbekt will wield spears as a Paladin before he gets Atal’Thraze because he was a Fishermon and he is experienced with using spears.

[shadowphoenixrider]

Quickening

(A quick little thing I wrote off the cuff, set in BFA, just before the Uldir raid. Tagging the people who are interested otherwise tumblr will never let them know: @elfgirl931, @galleywinter, @fer8girl, @sigurdjarlson, @highpriestessbriyanna)

The rain was coming down heavily again as Draggka and Spike made their way through  the streets of Dazar’alor to the local inn, Spirits Be With You. She paid for a drink at the bar and weaved her way past the tables to one on the threshold, letting her watch the rain and others hurrying through the streets.

Spike curled up on her feet, more interested in watching the other patrons in the inn than the ones outside. Though many glanced Draggka’s way, they soon turned back to their own drinks or food - the Horde had been in Zandalar long enough for the Zandalari to become used to their presence. Of course, a few remained that looked down their nose at the Horde (Draggka had heard the whispered comments from the other troll tribes on the Speaker’s Terrace), but their efforts to assist had quietened many of the disgruntled, and many had begrudgingly admitted that at least the Horde’s Speaker was a troll, not like their undead Warchief. (She could sympathize.)

It wasn’t long until the hunter spotted him through the rain storm; the familiar lope of a tiger, crimson mane and blue fur heavy with moisture, brown eyes brightening when he caught sight of her.

“Drank!” Draggka smiled as the feline rose onto its back feet, morphing elegantly back into a lanky troll. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too, Drak.” Dranka grinned, shaking out his robes before taking a seat next to his sister. “Hey Spike,” he said, patting the raptor laying at Draggka’s feet, and earning a polite rumble in reply.

“You know, Ximo won’t appreciate you getting his floor wet.” Draggka commented, a smile playing on her lips.

“Pfft. I bet he’s used to it. They’d have to be, with all the rain they get.” Dranka replied, raising a hand to a server that looked their way. “Anyway, so long as I’m paying, I’m sure he won’t mind too much.”

“I suppose.”

A brief silence settled between the two siblings as the server brought the druid his drink, Dranka murmuring his thanks.

“So, you’re going to take on G’huun soon.” Draggka said, watching her brother take a sip of beer, her own drink that of sunfruit juice.

“Yeah. If it’s dark enough to corrupt Loa and give Vol’jin pause, we need to destroy it.” Dranka spoke. “And whatever else is lurking in that Titan vault.”

“Sounds like an Old God, if it was protected by those seals.” The hunter nodded. A pause. “I still think I should be with you to take it down.”

“No. We’ve been over this, Drak.” Dranka sighed. “One, it’s an Old God, and shouldn’t be messed with unless absolutely necessary. Two, it’s an Old God that has power over blood.  That’s bad in itself, but what if it gets into the little one? I know you’d survive it, but will they? Could you tell Khadgar you lost your child? Could you live with yourself?”

“I know, I know.” Draggka winced at his hard words, cupping her drink closer. “But I feel bad that I’m not finishing the job for Talanji and her people. And Vol’jin. It doesn’t feel honourable.”

“Well, good thing Talanji doesn’t feel that way.” The druid replied. “You’re the Speaker for the Horde, and she and everyone else knows what you’ve done for the Zandalari. Bowing out of killing G’huun is understandable if you’re ill or injured. And though she knows the truth, she knows that you can’t take a little one into such a place safely.” He raised a hand as Draggka opened her mouth to protest. “Vol’jin would agree. He didn’t raise arms against Garrosh until he was sure he was sure we were safe. He knew we had to flee the Broken Shore, or all be killed.”

He reached out, laying a hand on her arm. “And anyone who says otherwise can go fuck themselves.”

Draggka managed a chuckle at his sharp tongue, patting his hand.

“Maybe don’t say that in the earshot of the Zandalari, Drank,” she said, glancing at the inn patrons. None of them seemed to be listening, or if they were, they didn’t care.

“The ones criticizing you are the same ones that already hate our tribe, so no loss.” Dranka said matter-of-factly, lifting a shoulder. “‘Sides, gives you more time to chill and take some time with Khadgar.”

“Maybe. Knowing my luck, the Consort will be on my ass demanding I do things for the Horde.”

“No. Same rules for Nathanos as with G’huun. If you can’t go fighting an Old God, you can’t go helping and his Queen out.” The druid said firmly, taking a drink. “Let some other Horde champion have the spot-light for a while. I’m sure some of the Mag’har would love to show off for Sylvanas.”

“Mmm, I guess so.” Draggka hummed, speaking quietly. “How long before they turn on her, I wonder. Hopefully they won’t turn on the rest of us too...”

Another silence settled upon them, drinking and watching the rain lash down outside, only drunk patrons and fishermon braving the downpour. As Draggka sat and let her mind drift, she felt something peculiar happen. It was an odd fluttering sensation, as if she’d swallowed some butterflies and they were doing their damnest to get out of her stomach. Gonk’s teeth, I haven’t got time to be ill.

“You alright, Drak?” Dranka asked, his brows creased into a frown.

“I...think so...” Draggka replied quietly, self-consciously touching her belly. “I’ve just be getting these weird feelings in my stomach every now and again. This is about the third time today.”

“What does it feel like?”

“Like...It’s a bit hard to describe. Like...Like I’ve got the jitters, but I’m not worried at all. or like...butterflies. That’s the phrase, right? ‘Butterflies in your stomach’?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Dranka leant back on his bench, looking thoughtful. “So it feels like something is moving in your belly. Something inside you.”

“Yes.” A pause whilst the words slowly sunk in. Draggka’s eyes widened, and she blinked owlishly. “Wait. Is, is it-”

“Do you want me to check?” Her brother asked, his brown eyes holding a kindly yet mischievous look to them, as if he was finding glee in her slow realization. She resisted the urge to punch him.

“Yeah, sure.” Draggka shifted closer to him, loosening some of the catches off her cuirass so she could lift her tunic up enough for Dranka to lay a hand on her stomach. She still wasn’t showing yet, but Draggka was sure it wouldn’t be long before she would have to get creative with her armour, and find some armourers who could keep secrets. As well as consider retiring from combat...

Dranka’s eyes glowed a light blue as he tapped into his powers, and Draggka felt the strange ghostly feeling as his druidic energies flowed into her, searching. Almost in response, the fluttering began again, and a grin spread across her brother’s face.

“Ah, yeah, that’s your baby alright.” He pulled back, the glow fading from his eyes. “Those feelings? That’s the little one moving.”

“Really?” Draggka looked down at her belly then back to him with wide eyes, the thought having trouble really settling in her head. She’d been feeling her baby - her and Khadgar’s baby - moving inside her. The small, precious, fragile life within her. “I need to tell Khadgar.”

“He won’t be able to feel it just yet.” Dranka said quickly. “You can feel the movements because the baby’s in you. But it’s too little for anyone on the outside to feel yet. Probably why you didn’t really notice until now.”

“I guess. But I’m going to tell him anyway.”

“He’ll be thrilled to hear, I bet.” Dranka smiled, his eyes bright like hazel gemstones. “Though I doubt he’s ever going to stop touching your stomach afterwards.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing!” Draggka giggled, more so when the druid rolled his eyes. “How’s the young one doing, anyway?”

“Perfectly fine, Drak. Nothing to concern yourself with.” He spoke, waving a hand. “Let’s keep it that way, yeah?”

“Of course.” Draggka nodded, lifting her drink in a toast. “For my child.”

“For your child.” Dranka replied, clinking his drink against hers.

[sonofthedarkspear-blog]

I’m none too good with words but I rightly wanted to share my updated TRP history for Tzelbek for you guys!  Please tell me what you think!

Tzelbek, Son of Keltraz and Ar'lez of the Darkspear and devotee of Gral, Loa of the Sea.

As the runt of his family.  Tzelbek's earliest days were spent not learning how to defend himself or how to fight but rather they were spent upon his Father's knee learning to become a Fishermon to serve the Elders of the Darkspear who could not stomach the rough boar meat hunted by the other Youngtusks.

Tzelbek spent most of his life tending to and feeding the Darkspear Elders and wounded Veterans and they oft told him stories of the world outside of Durotar. Of the Horde and it's diverse peoples.  He would often swim from the Echo Isles to Durotar to meet with the Orcs of the Valley of Trials where he learned to speak Orcish while trading with the Elders there and they too would share stories with the young Troll.

Upon reaching twenty summers Tzelbek decided to leave his home for the first time and venture out into the World he was told so many stories about.  Underequipped and untrained in battle, Tzelbek left his home behind with only a thick cloak his mother had spun for him, an old war horn carved with images of Gral given to him by his Father and a small purse of silver and dried supplies given to him by the Elders and his barbed fishing net and spear.  

Upon reaching Orgrimmar for the first time Tzelbek would be left in awe.  He had heard many stories of the Horde and it's diverse races all in need of extra hands but with the recent Battle of Lordaeron the Sin'dorei were left exposed.  Tzelbek spent all of the silver the Elders had given him and bought passage on a merchant's vessel that was leaving for Quel'thalas.

There was no turning back now.

[boyd-speaks]

Earbleed and Eyebleed editions are out!

It's just hyper sped-up versions of the Fishermon Retrospective.

[boyd-speaks]

Announcing Fishermon: A Real Reborn - Artlocke my upcoming #Pokemon x #FFXIV stream event.

Preparations are taking longer than expected and I couldn't wait any longer to talk about it.

Look forward to it as a scheduled stream in the next few weeks! https://twitch.tv/darcybits

[boyd-speaks]

The Fishermon Artlocke has ended and I promised I'd draw my chosen team of 6 as pokemon. Each fish can be seen individually in this twitter thread https://twitter.com/TheBoyd/status/1558270873295110145 For anyone who missed it, the Fishermon Artlocke consisted of 91 fish drawings which can be found here: https://photos.app.goo.gl/1fSuC3oND2RfJ6MA8

[boyd-speaks]

Art from days 2 and 3 of Fishermon now have their own album. Only 30 fishing spots left! https://t.co/OaRMMTlqgY

[boyd-speaks]

Hey everyone, my challenge to fish once in each ARR location, and draw what I catch continues today. Plan is to go for 4 hours. Drop by, say hello, and see how far we've come. https://www.twitch.tv/darcybits

[boyd-speaks]

Hey tumblr! I don’t talk about my twitch on here very often. Mostly because I do it every week, and I feel like it’s just the same thing over and over.

But!

Next weekend (July 16th) I am doing a special one time event. Over 12 hours I will be attempting to fish at every location in FFXIV: A Realm Reborn.

To make it more interesting I will be drawing everything I catch.

Currently I am running a poll to decide which of the three minions will be joining me as my “starter” fishermon.

[boyd-speaks]

Thank you everyone for joining the first Fishermon Artlocke. We were on for 12 hours, including a single 15 minute break. We fished in every Fishing Spot in La Noscea and New Gridania. We drew 45 fish. Our biggest catch was the Lavender Remora, Slimby, at 52.4 ilms.

Album is up.

I intend to continue this series until ARR's done. Expecting to finish in 4 weeks of shorter streams.

[boyd-speaks]

The General is ready! Just a little promo art for Fishermon: A Realm Reborn - Artlocke!

This is my first serious attempt at mimicking the art style of Pokemon key art. I'm very happy with the result.

[boyd-speaks]

We've made it to the end of yet another year, and it was a busy one. January: As usual there's a slow start tot he year, usually I don't want to start anything big right after the chaos of December. Frederick here is a unique DnD character, who unfortunately never saw play. I still super love their design though. February: And then into February we start our first daily series of the year. All year long I had a goal to design and make a fishing game, and I thought a daily series would be a good way to get the ideas flowing. For Fish-ebruary I drew a fish every day, based on a list of, really just evocative terms, that I wrote with the intent of giving them a bit of a fantasy twist. March: Another DnD character, but this time they got to see play... for precisely one session. Not featured here is the start of an influx of drawings for my twitch channel. At the time I decided to start my streams with a drawing, so I quickly accumulated a lot of very quick, very cute doodles, such as this one. April: After one month off I was back doing dailies, but this time I wanted to focus on backgrounds. Specifically backgrounds that were incredibly low effort. I loved this series, it really showed me how interesting of a picture you can make, using only straight lines. Since that was the daily series I felt I needed to include it in the review, but here are a few others from that month I really liked, including the debut of Daisy! May: With no delay I went straight into another daily series, this time trying to make a daily one-panel-comic, that wasn't a comedy, with the help of my girlfriend doing the text. The full comic can be found here. I also drew this for one of my streams, which is one of my favourite drawings from the whole year. I also made this very silly video. June: After two in a row though, I had to take a break, and it shows. Very few images felt relevant to show in this review. This one however harkens back to the fishing game I wanted to make. I wanted larger, weirder creatures in the game that had aquatic elements but were clearly not fish, fantastic or otherwise. July: For July I didn't do a daily series. I instead held a 12 hour art stream, where I drew 45 fish in a single sitting. I drew another 44 fish over the next 3 once-a-week streams. August: After Fishermon ended, I selected 6 to be my Fishermon Team, and gave them the 'official pokemon art style' treatment, as best I could. I made a video for it here. September: I made this drawing for a very silly video. I'm not actually sure why this month was so slow. Maybe because I was doing art for my girlfriends card game? I'm not actually sure when those images were drawn since they didn't really end up online. You can find the game online here. and some art assets here. October: As usual for October, I did yet another daily series. This one was for designing Monster Hunters, which was a really fun idea my girlfriend had. Other than this series, I also made this art video that I'm very proud of. November: A weirdly empty month, but again, after a month of dailies a break is sometimes in order. This specific image is for, yet another rpg character, this time not DnD though. December: And here in December, barely over half-way through, we've got the last of the year. The full image includes a few doodles from November, but the rest are from an attempt at making me into a Water Gym Leader. While one of the images is more fully rendered, I actually prefer the doodley one. And that's the year. See you in the next one!

[boyd-speaks]

I finished my Fishermon series, and now I know so much more about common fish in FFXIV. Do you know about the fish that wears an animal skull on it's head? Rumours say that are messengers of Thal, which beckon lost souls to the afterlife.