Summer Troupe Constellations from Last Planet
this was written during the last planet countdowns, but i figured i'll put it here too bc i like astronomy :D (and the fact that twt is having an apocalypse)
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kumon as del(phinus)
this constellation forms a dolphin. the name is derived from the latin version of the greek word for dolphin. the shape of the constellation also reminds me of a keyhole.
yuki as link
the name is probably derived from lynx, which is also called the cat (remember that yuki's first lead role was a cat). the shape of the constellation also reminds me of the skirt hem of yuki's costume.
kazunari as aquila
this constellation means eagle, and it represents the bird that carried zeus'/jupiter's thunderbolts! this can be alikened how aquila (probably) leads the rest of the team through the universe using his mathematical calculations. interestingly enough, it's also at the celestial equator! its brightest star, altair, is one of the stars the summer triangle asterism.
tenma as leo
this is where the astrology leo (lion) is derived. the shape of the constellation also resembles tenma's pose in the pic.
muku as orion
this constellation forms a hunter, which is based off the greek story of zeus putting the hunter orion in the sky. this is one of the easiest constellations to spot to the naked eye, thanks to the three bright stars that form the belt. it is also visible across the seasons. the shape (if you remove the arms) resembles a keyhole too.
misumi as trill
the name is probably derived from the trianglum constellation (and it's southern counterpart: triangulum australe). fun fact, trill is also a musical term, and it can be best described as a wiggly sound. it could also be a play on thrill, since trill is a treasure hunter.
Bonus!
all of the constellations mentioned are in the northern hemisphere! they all come as a pair too, based on the quadrants assigned for them!
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Here’s my old art! I am not ready.
This ones not that bad. Eyes are a little wonky along with her arms, but she looks cute. I can’t remember who she was supposed to be though.
I remember now! She's a fem!Leo Dooley
Veronica, honey I am so sorry. You did not deserve this.
Lot of these I didn't finish. But beside her face shape not bad. Could not do angles to save my life.
Slightly newer. Defiantly had my style almost down pat. I like her sweater and she looks adorable.
I love this one. I love her so much! Some of these I’lll be finishing. She’s going to be one of them.
Her hands and eyes are a bit off her torso looks kinda long but not that bad.
Angor Rot. Honey. I am so so sorry. You deserved better.
This. Isn't as terrible as I remember. I actually like this one.
God fucking dammit. What was I thinking. What is your face. Why did I do this.
WHAT! WHERE! MY! FACE! ANGLES! WHY IS YOUR MOUTH SO TINY! YOUR EYES.! WHY!
What even is anatomy. Am I right.
I drew these from a Phinus and Ferb blog i really like. Not bad.
Hamilton doodles that are from anther art blog I like. So I redrew them. I liked their style So I practiced it a lot.
I actually like this one too.
I was practicing body shapes. Not that bad.
I can’t draw realism to save my like. Shading looks good though.
What the hell are these landscapes! Seriously what even is this!
Hiccup my beloved
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manifestation of a Monster (chapter 15)
warm-Blooded Vampires
Amy had never been good at waiting. She stood outside the hotel almost daily. There was nothing unusual about the building, as far as she could determine. A part of her admitted she was acting foolishly. There were no genuine vampires. However, the other side was aware that Justin had a problem. She could not help but see the dots connecting. Either it was real or she had gotten herself into a conspiracy-crazed hole she couldn’t climb out of.
She had also discovered other things. A fictional book series that serves as an index of mythology. But it was more like reading nonfiction. The books were written under the pseudonym, Phineas Phinues Quinlan. They had been published in the 1500s. If she hadn’t known any better, she may have assumed that all the writing was being done by the same person and not just the same pen name. However, he wrote nothing about vampires, and none of them resembled Milo or anybody else who entered or left the hotel.
There was a brief chapter about a creature resembling a vampire named the Kaw-Sekhmu. They were an old race that predated written history. Although no one is certain how far back they go, some people believe they originated in Egypt. a covert group that evolved alongside humanity but kept their existence hidden from all but a few people. Six groupings that were nearly identical to one another made comprised the group. Only they could distinguish the differences, even if it was just to determine whether or not someone belonged to their family. Additionally, it appeared that the further along one went, the more human they would appear, to where the alteration had little to no impact on the individual.
A ranking of the top Ka-Sekhmu might be read further. Even though they only identified the top ten, they said that the top fifty would still possess inhuman qualities. She was pleased to find Milo’s name was not on the list. The fact that the book was almost a century old made her nervous, but it was something. Justin had a chance to be a typical human being in the unlikely event that this was what was happening. She knew him well enough to realize that he preferred death to having to kill to survive. It appeared that with these Ka-Sekhmu, they had no choice but to kill their prey. And it had to be human.
She set the book aside. She required a conversation partner. Everything was materializing. She was aware that it wasn’t. If they existed, people would logically be aware of them. Conspiracy ideas didn’t hold water because too many people were required to remain silent. Unless they could find a way to prevent people from discussing it. They couldn’t possibly be real, in any case.
Even so, she was still curious and wanted to learn more. The name that had been coming up was C.R.O.W. If only she could converse with them. Either of two things would happen. She would either realise they were crazy and be able to leave this all behind. Or they would convince her vampires were real. And then. She didn’t know what then.
She wished to converse with Justin. It was reasonable that she was making everything much worse than it was. Logically speaking, this group was just a bad political party. Similar to supernatural horror, but not. So why did she not? Each time she concluded this and reached the point where she thought about Milo, her heart accelerated. She could almost feel where the shadows had a hold of her neck. Every time she thought of him, she remembered that evening. Other than the supernatural, how else could she explain that?
That evening, she discovered herself in front of the Dam Sanctum hotel. Even though she frequently visited this location in her daily life, she shuddered when she thought about what might be within after learning what they might hide beyond the walls. She attempted to reason herself out of what she wanted to do. She did not know what she would do when she got inside. Maybe she should go home and look for the building’s blueprints. Before that idea could be finished, though, she had already entered the structure.
She experienced an overwhelming sense of smallness and being unimportant. The ceilings appeared to never end. Marble pillars in black and white extend upwards like arms. She was just standing there, taking in the beauty of everything, when she temporarily lost track of where she was. She wasn’t jolted out of this stupor until someone knocked her over.
He quickly said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you there, my lady,” as he frantically touched her arms to make sure nothing was broken. I wasn’t paying attention, so I didn’t notice you there.
Amy said, moving a step away from the man, “It’s okay, so was I.” He sported a deerstalker cap and a tweed frock coat. There was a vibe that she was aware of his identity. Or at the least, he appears to be well known. Perhaps she had already seen him walking around town.
“I just arrived yesterday evening, looking for a friend.” He continued to scan the space while he spoke.
“This is your first time, is it? If you don’t mind the remodelling, you know, it’s a beautiful building. Even though it’s less useful, I can still understand the appeal. I’m looking for Mr Watson, a great friend of mine.”
She then realized that she had never before seen this man. But he simply had the appearance that one would expect a real-life Sherlock Holmes to have. This was undoubtedly a joke. What were the chances that he would have a friend who was actually named Mr Watson and looked the way he did?
Amy couldn’t help but notice a bald man in the background as the other spoke. If not for his response, she might not have noticed this. He had been preoccupied with the clipboard he was holding, but as he rounded the corner, he suddenly appeared to freeze. He was frantically scanning the area as though looking for a way out. They briefly met each other’s gaze. Amy knew that since she had never met the man, this response couldn’t have been influenced by her. The bald man left in the time it took her to check to see if the other noticed.
“I heard he’s in charge here now. He’ll be ecstatic to see me, I have no doubt. Have you not seen him yet? He grinned apprehensively at her. “It appears that I am talking too much and carrying on. If you are ignorant,” you are uninformed. He exhaled a small sigh.
One more man approached them before Amy could respond. His dirty blond hair was thinning at the top, and he had olive skin. When the first man spoke, the new man gave the other a critical side glance. “You haven’t seen Mr Wa-, oh right.” He paused for a moment. “Richard, have you?”
The second man’s face developed a sneer. “What do you know? I believe I’ve seen him.” He turned and indicated a hallway. “Possibly in his office.”
The man in the tweed reached out and took hold of the other hand. “Many thanks, Fabian. It’s good to see you again.” Fabian twisted his mouth into a frown. Observed his free hand as if it were afflicted with some illness. Pulling out a handkerchief and wiped each finger down after the other had left.
Fabian quickly switched his attention to Amy. “Ma’am, did you need help with anything? There is where you check in and out.” He indicated the desk that was behind him.
Amy immediately shook her head and said no. She was attempting to blend in. She was about to be expelled at this point. She wasn’t there for any reason that made sense. She would have to act quickly. “I won’t be the one checking in,” she said. Fabien gave her a wary look. She turned to the door and said, “Because my folks booked the reservation. They, oh, couldn’t find parking so, um.
Fabien responded, “We offer valley parking.” They were both sceptical of her story. She wouldn’t be deterred, though. She was the same person who, after reading my side of the mountain when she was 10, spent a full week in their backyard. She was capable of doing this.
“Oh, that’s great news. We won’t have to deal with this every day we are here, which is such a relief. When they enter, I’ll let them know.” She looked around apprehensively. “We’re on this crazy road journey, you see. They wanted to organize a large family event. She rolled her eyes, as though her fictitious family were bothering her. “They drove to the car parking since they felt this property looked lovely. I told them I would meet them inside.”
She couldn’t remain passive until they arrived. They wouldn’t ever appear. Pretending to look for the absent parents, she quickly turned back on her heels. “They did, in fact, drop me off because I needed to use the washroom. Could you please direct me to where that might be?”
“What is it, then? Are you here on a whim, or do you have a reservation?” He only stopped long enough for Amy to become alarmed but did not respond. “I’m not sure if we have any openings without a reservation because we are typically full. He lowered his hands in apology. The restrooms are over there if you need them. He indicated the hallway to her left.
She wasn’t sure if he was intentionally being rude or if he was aware of her plans. She guessed the ladder based on the way he stared at her. She felt like prey in a lion’s lair regardless of whether this was genuine.
Amy felt his eyes on her as she made her way to the bathrooms. She attempted to hide the fact that she didn’t find his position to be just as fascinating as he did with hers. The man’s attention was taken off of her and placed on another’s just as she was about to round a corner. A petite woman wearing a crop top and leggings and having thick, straight black hair. A toddler wearing a similar outfit at hand. At that point, she wasn’t sure what they said, only that, one, the woman was French. And two, she was not happy.
***
The woman had frequented there weekly. She had a straightforward job. Enter and make Fabien’s life as miserable as possible. It no longer felt like a job as much as something to do to pass the time. She was certain that Fabien had treated someone in the world with respect and kindness. Nevertheless, had never revealed this to her or anyone else she knew. The harassment was warranted by this alone.
And it had recently become vital to keep Fabien occupied. There was certain thing he needed to stay away from. And the goal was to keep his mind on anything but where Grendel was.
“Molly, what do you want?” Fabien questioned as he rubbed his temple. He turned his nose up at her and the youngster who was looking up at him. “I work for a living, unlike you.”
She wouldn’t go so far as to reply to this rude statement. “Where is my husband?”
Fabien scowled to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Quite popular today? No, I’m not aware of Richard’s location. But knowing him, he probably has his nose in someone’s business or acting as if he owns the place.”
“Perhaps if you were competent in performing your job. Seventy-five percent of Richard’s time has been spent here.” She tossed one hand about the other firmly on her hip. “I seldom ever see you around here,” she said.
“Perhaps if he cooperated. He only needs to tell us where he is, and we-.” As Fabien’s final syllable sank out of his mouth, his eyes suddenly widened and his body stiffened up. Just as fast, he forced himself to unwind. No one would publicly confess that Richard had been the target. Not only for Fabien’s hate for him. But most suspected he knew where Grendel was hiding.
“Was that an omission? You’re attempting to get revenge on my spouse for what someone else did.” She now regarded him with a furrowed brow as she crossed her arms.
He replied, several times clearing his throat, “I said no such thing. I merely mean that we could have more staff members if there weren’t so many individuals searching for that moron.”
The lady retorted, “We already told you. We would let you know if we knew where any of them were. But since we don’t, we are unable to. You must stop torturing him in this way. Having ‘emergencies’,” she said, flashing exaggerated air quotes before once more folding her arms. Making him work nonstop for days on end. “He is a father. Yet another subject you would be ignorant about.”
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