Loph-maids
First full image made with Affinity Photo 2. If you're looking for a replacement to photoshop, this program is very familiar-
But with a lot of jank, I must admit.
PSA TIME:
You transform with the move tool. And the transform keybinds are all different. Stroke smoothing works way different and I think my lineart is going to be evidence of that. Autosave freezes the whole thing for a few seconds (or at least I think it's autosave.) Using the zoom tool sometimes makes black flashes as you use it. Pulling a color from another file takes a couple steps. You can switch between your two colors PER TOOL- if you swap on the ink dropper tool it will swap back if you change to brush for example. Gradient tool is weird. Overlay and Soft Light blends make things way lighter instead of darker for some reason. Photoshop files work fine but photoshop brushes will lag horrendously. Sometimes when you change a layer's opacity and then switch to another layer it will forget about the change and revert back.
And other stuff.
It works, but it's jank.
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Weald and Wen -- mine
Blood beat in her ears as Ozma’s blended voices sang with her lips and others shouted inside her, SONG. LISTEN. WEAVE.
Thicker her shadow oozed along her fur, burning through skin and amplifying the Breath within. There it drew from somewhere deeper than blood, clearer than sound and forced her to listen.
Before her, all too brightly flashing, Maeru writhed with a sad grin on his wavering lips as overlapping melodies flooded Faerai’s ears.
A kaleidoscope of color swirled with, blinding in its cacophonous bright, as the Song she could not find found her.
Gasping through the words spilling from her lips, she shook beneath Ozma, while the Song poured louder, thicker, brighter, threatening to drown her every sense. An undercurrent of broken notes throbbed with it, through her blood as the discordant aria grew higher, choking her with scraps of the Fyrni yet trapped in the statues.
So warm they were, so familiar. A warren of memory and light, of brighter turns than those she lived the last cycle. Tattered and dim they yet sang to her sweet as syrup, flowing into her Breath, through it, dancing so beautifully she did not want to let them go.
LISTEN. WEAVE, the blended voices barked.
Faerai refused.
She swayed with the dance, the warmth and comfort of those gasps, those scraps of lives lost. Lives she did not wish to forget. To live without. And so she held them.
All of them.
Faelu, Hael, Ruen, Ophni, Loph, Ozram…Naunni.
What they once were she grasped too tight, wailing as what remained screamed and writhed inside her Breath. They beat against her consciousness with each and every stuttered—final—gasp of their own, their suffering seeping into her. Becoming hers.
Ozma’s voices chanted louder, all but shouting for her to send, to Weave and Faerai shook harder as she grasped for a lone note in the chaos. A note to hold, to keep, to wrap the Breath she kept tighter around her own.
Thready as it sang, she found it, and her melody built, ragged and shrill with tear-choked voice to carry it. In bright green harmony it chimed through the cacophony surrounding it and sight smoked and stuttered with another voice.
A present voice, sharp with worry.
Faerai! Maeru shouted through the Song, through her, Weave those gasps into the Lady’s Breath, you cannot keep us all!
We need them, Faerai insisted, note held fast, clinging tight to all the gasps she dared not abandon. They scratched inside her, angry, frightened, but they were hers—all of them hers.
You do not! I am with you! I come willing, eager and whole. But those are agony, with too little of themselves to offer. They will take and take if they are not returned. Their Breath is poison!
Faerai ignored his cries and held the Breaths of the Speakers, of her warren, of her father, tighter and tighter.
Ozma’s Song barked, the reddening threads of its Breath tugging at her own, tugging at what she kept. While those gasps screamed in terrified, empty voices, jerking through her veins, racking limbs with violent spasms.
Still she held. Still she hummed.
My warren, my Fyrni, she urged them, stay with me, stay in me.
Vision locked to Maeru as he wisped in her Breath…the others pulsing with him, and Faerai shuddered. Too hard they thundered in her and the notes of her shadow’s Song howled rougher, threatening to drown her fragile melody.
GIVE, it insisted, WEAVE.
But she would not. Instead she hummed deeper, holding her melody as she kept all of them firm in her sight.
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uhhhhhh using this a bit more so i should probably introduce myself and my abominations properly.
im cafe, just an aro/ace dude doing dumb shit on the internet. not much else that I'll share here about myself. in a number of fandoms and i Will subject you lot to them all.
also my pfp art was done by kelquax, go give them a follow! their an awesome artist and a wonderful person.
anyways oc time
loph and naira!
these two are just my general ocs that i throw around! ones depressed and plays bass and the others a mechanic that can and will kick your ass.
vivid fracture
one of my rainworld iterators, only one with art aside from my sona. just a dumbass doing experiments and trying to save his dying neighbor.
lumiere
my hollow knight oc, an absolute goblin that leaps at people like a head crab.
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