#seed arts wol

[theworldwalkerswols]

It’s time to babble inspired by that meme about spoilers vs can’t-shut-up-itis because in the words of April Wolfe,

It’s not what happens, but how it happens that makes a movie worth watching.

RIP Switchblade Sisters, you were my fave podcast for quite some time.

A n y w a y

I am now going to attempt to apply that same rationale to my own work bc I want to talk about [REDACTED: original fiction spoilers] and his utterly untapped potential in XIV-verse.

If for some reason you’d rather not I’ll put it under a cut ✌️

CWs: semi-surgical references, non-consensual enchantment, Reaper questline spoilers, Shadowbringers spoilers, Voidark questline spoilers

Kyler Drake has something growing inside him. The cross-shaped scar over his heart, his only scar pock-marked with the telltale signs of stitches, is its only giveaway. In canon, he knows that something was done to him, but he doesn’t know what. His already prickly personality starts to become unstable, and he experiences surges of disproportionate anger that he doesn’t understand… and eventually the seed of enchantment planted within him triggers his body to split and duplicate…but what results is not strictly Keldan [humanoid]. The enchantment goes awry for reasons that I won’t get into right now, but it did not work as intended. It was intended to utilize Kyler’s body, reconfiguring him in a sense, to take him over and make him something new.

That something new, the something that split off from him rather than subsume him, is Edrian.

I’ve thought a lot about how to possibly bring Edrian to bear in XIV. One of Kyler’s possible bad ends is this enchantment working as originally intended in-canon. (That linked post is also the only art I’ve shared of Edrian to date…I should draw him again.)

As far as what precisely Edrian is in XIV-verse, which is bound up with Kyler’s lost memories, this is what I’ve currently arrived at:

Edrian is the void-seed planted in Kyler by a cult of mages who are descended from Mhachi tradition, though this ritual is not something that has ever been attempted before. They have conducted magical experiments and have arrived at this next step

They are attempting to find a way to grant a voidsent a living body, rather than summon them into a statue. Their attempts and experiments have led here, to something that is intended to subsume the host without destroying the body (all past attempts have destroyed the body)

Some time after the procedure Kyler finally slips his chains and escapes them, perhaps even knowing what they did to him and what it means, slaughtering them so they cannot experiment on anyone else, cannot do again what they did to him

The immense strain - physical, emotional, psychological - that this whole experience put Kyler under means that when he’s fleeing across the desert and gets sunstroke, he collapses and loses all his memories but for his name

The blessing of light awakening in Kyler in ARR is what has, largely, kept Edrian in check. Since Light, the Astral force, is of stasis and Edrian’s connection had not been given enough time to flourish, he never gains a significant enough hold over Kyler’s mind or body to begin to break through, even though he is a being of Umbral aspect, of change

And this is where I haven’t fully decided like Anything. I think it makes sense that there are little murmurs, little stirrings of him after Midgardsormr cuts WoL off from Hydaelyn, and perhaps even after Kyler regains the Blessing of Light. In a timeline where Kyler actually picks up the DRK quests, I think Edrian would be entangled with Kyler’s Fray/Esteem, perhaps even would be his Fray entirely.

But.

Part of what empowers Edrian is Kyler’s anger, and he has his temper in check in a timeline in which he hasn’t been pushed to the brink by Haurchefant’s death. (I have a WIP of an alternate timeline in which Edrian does in fact subsume Kyler before or after the fight with Thordan, leaving Shtola and Alphinaud to wrangle and bind him and bring him back to Ishgard to an Aymeric who is already grieving the loss of his and Kyler’s mutual lover Haurchefant, and who does not yet know that he will grieve the potential loss of Estinien, as well, all while grappling with what Kyler has become….)

And then they introduced Reaper. And I knew what I wanted to do with him: Edrian becomes Kyler’s Avatar.

Provisionally, I think they arrive there via…

In fic-verse Kyler doesn’t know what the tattoos on his solar plexus are, and none of the Scions have ever recognized it, either. It’s a seal: for translation from canon purposes it renders him an aetherically-closed system. He can manipulate aether to a degree, enough to teleport for certain, but while it is intact he is woefully bad at magic, no matter how hard he tries.

EITHER a) as in canon, he put it on himself before he lost his memory, hoping it would help hold back the development of the voidseed and/or prevent him being magically tracked by any remaining cultists, or b) it was put on him by the mages, in order to safeguard as much of his aether as possible for the seed

Zane is the one who is proficient at magic, and his canon classes (RDM, BLM, WHM) are the ones that deal most closely with voidsent. Add to this that Zane is the one who does the Voidark quests and he has vastly more experience with void stuff than his brother

Kyler gets caught up with the Lemures somehow. Drusilla recognizes that he already, in a way, has a pact, and tells him so. Kyler, whose memories never get restored (partially bc he tries really hard not to remember or consider or investigate) is shocked by this. The fact that he doesn’t know sounds a warning bell for her and she takes charge, demanding that they get to the bottom of this situation for everyone’s safety, including Kyler’s

He ends up calling on Zane, remembering how his brother talked about the Voidark and the strange catlike familiar that had survived since Mhach

Cait Sith recognizes the seal immediately, shenanigans ensue with breaking it for Kyler’s own wellbeing

In this case, I think they would be able to discover enough of what was potentially going on or being attempted with the enchantment for Cait Sith to insist upon the voidseed’s removal, again for Kyler’s health, and to guide the Redbill medic in doing so

Kyler then retains the seed but outside himself, it allowing him to see, hear, and speak with a phantasmal version of Edrian, who is, quite frankly, simply glad to finally be free and in recompense forges a true pact with Kyler, one that subsumes neither of them

Enshroud then allows Edrian to do what the mages were attempting to achieve in the first place, but temporarily and with Kyler’s consent, and Edrian is free, no longer trapped in the prison of Kyler’s mind

When does this happen? Pfft. Who knows?? Not me!!

PS Edrian has black feathered wings, long crimson hair, piecing electric-blue eyes, chitinous glossy black patches like exoskeleton over some of his joints, claws, sharp white teeth, and the voice of a siren ✌️ he’s my OG monstrous slut and I love him ✌️✌️

If you read this far ty for attending the babbling 🖤🖤🖤

[armeleia]

I am hoping you will get this and hopefully respond. I am trying to find information about the doll with the feathers in her hair, the one which mentions a pre-order. Is she possibly yours, or if not, can you share any information about her. Thx!

Hi,

This is a head named Wol that I sculpted and produce occasionally under the studio name of Seed Arts/Seed Dolls. Currently she is not being made because I would like to make some small symmetry updates, but I intend to make her again in the future. I usually do unique color/effect casts like the one in this picture (casting them myself in-house), but I do also sometimes have single color professional casts done by Harucasting in Korea. :)

If you are on instagram, you can follow me as @seed.arts for updates when I produce them again. I will try to remember to post on tumblr and DoA as well, but I am a bit forgetful.

[clariongradiation]

31, 10, 22 for the ffxiv gods ask :)

alsooo as a bonus: do you have a main class and is it the same class you envision your wol to be as a character (e.g. you like playing one class in raids but you see your character as the master of another art when thinking of their lore)?

SOMEHOW THIS GOT LONG SO ITS UNDER A CUT THANK YOU FOR THE ASK

(It didn't add the cut my life is over sorry for the long post everyone)

CG: Hello hello, today we are here with the (almost) full party to answer some questions posed by a lovely friend. First off, how connected do you feel to nature?

Yuki🌸: when I first came to Eorzea it was fascinating to learn about the art of conjury from E-Sumi-Yan. The way they commune with nature and the elementals reminded me of how we speak with the kami, and it helped me to grow my healing art in ways I wouldn't have been able to if I had stayed in the Ruby Sea

Twi🐰: I may be from the forest, but I was never much of a treespeaker

Negi🍚: when you gather your ingredients from nature, you can't help but feel connected to it right? I may not speak to the elementals, but if you wander the woods long enough you pick up a thing or two

Popoto🥔: yes yes, and collecting the seeds to grow and nurture at home is another great way to be nature-y. It always feels so nice when something you've grown from a little seedling starts putting out flowers and fruit :)

CG: Great, thank you everyone. Next, do you believe in fate?

Kai🐱: it's a little hard not to, when the Spinner decides to have her way with you. Still though, it's not like we are incapable of making decisions for ourselves

Punch👊🏽: yeah, fate isn't really something I think of as a hard line or anything. I'll do my deeds and walk my path, and I'll get weighed at the end same as everyone else

Popoto🥔: I think so too, but isn't it nice to sometimes think that things were meant to be? Meeting a new friend, choosing one road over another, maybe these sort of things aren't random but little nudges from the goddess

CG: wao, so it's as deep or not as you want it to be, huh? Alright, next, at the peak of your fury do you tend to be destructive? If so, how?

Kai🐱: haha, this one is for those three

Punch👊🏽: don't mistake me, I may get destructive but not because I'm mad. I'm Ul'dahn; there are much more satisfying ways to deal with anger

Twi🐰: destruction doesn't have to be satisfying, sometimes it just seems the only appropriate way to respond. When someone has wronged you, when injustice happens and there's nothing else you can do, it can feel like the only way to get through it in the moment is to rage

Crystal🦎: one doesn't need to be furious to destroy? Destruction is as natural as creation. It is part of the cycle

Kai🐱: we haven't had any major incidents for quite a while. Adventuring and long hunting trips are good ways to keep property damage as low as possible

CG: some very interesting perspectives here. Last, our bonus question: do you have a main job, and is it different than the one you consider your true job?

Yuki🌸: healing was ever my calling, so white mage will always be closest to my heart. I cannot deny, though, that becoming a dark knight has helped me greatly with regards to certain other aspects of my life

Kai🐱: like romance, right?

Yuki🌸: [does not respond]

Punch👊🏽: I picked up the axe from some Lominsan lads we had employed for a while. It's a great way to defend yourself on the road, and I've never met an axemaster I haven't liked (eventually). Still, when it comes down to it, you can't go wrong with your own two fists

Twi🐰: in the forest, the spear was just part of life; its the tool and weapon I grew up with. But seeing the way Lyna wielded her chakrams was, um, inspiring. Learning the art during my time on the First is an experience I'll never forget

Negi🍚: similar to Twi, I grew up with the bow. Hunting game is a natural way of life in the mountains, and meeting Jehantel just seems like it was fated (haha). I cannot deny, though, that axes and knives are essential tools to know when gathering and cooking

Crystal🦎: bows and magic may be useful on the steppe, but the axe is the only weapon I require.

Popoto🥔: I may not have learned from everyone like Kai

Kai🐱: you just pick things up when you wander around

Popoto🥔: but I know enough to be able to fill any role I need to at the time. Though at the moment I've been learning about the sage's art while we're in Sharlayan, and it's been pretty fun :)

Kai🐱: I wouldn't say I know everything [a couple of the others scoff] but when you've inherited a legacy of millennia, it's not difficult to learn new things. However I am, and ever remain, a summoner.

CG: sounds like everyone has different things they like to do, huh? But that's what works best for a party! That's all for now, thank you everyone for coming~ We'll see you next time in the tumblr ask box!

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 11458

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[thelittlestancient]

Ancient Sosomeni: The Tale of Chiron and Morpheus

Sosomeni Tutumeni is the WoL, but he is not a shard of Azem; the final Azem died during the Final Days, only a day before the summoning of Zodiark. In fact, it was his death that pushed the Convocation over the line into action.

The final seat of Azem was Chiron, and for years prior to his ascent into his seat, he was a renowned scholar.

Chiron had not started out his life wanting to be Azem, nor to do any traveling; he was quite at home amongst his books, a student of Creation as fine as any Amaurot had ever produced. While not quite as powerful as some of the renowned masters of the art, Chiron possessed a finesse and an attention to detail few in his time could rival.

The combination of his gifts and early efforts brought him to the attentions of Athena, not yet installed as Chief Keyward, and she agreed to take him on as a student. At first, he did not question the direction of her research, nor of the studies and experiments through which she guided him. It was only on hearing the remarks of his friends as they saw the changes inflicted upon his form that he began to have misgivings, and eventually it was they who would convince him to leave Athena and her madness behind.

But it was too late to undo what had been wrought: Chiron had been made into a twisted version of himself, with twisted horns on his head and the furred body of a beast for legs, four cloven hooves where once had been only two. In shame and disgrace, he resolved to never again return to Amaurot and its rigid culture, never again practicing to the art of phantomology, instead choosing to travel to the far places of the world and impart the wisdom that had he but acquired it sooner would have kept him from traveling down this dark path.

But one more great act of Creation, it seemed, would be necessary: word of the stranger renowned in far places spread, and Chiron came to the attention of the Convocation by way of Venat, who had decided to appoint a successor. When summoned, he refused to go, but offered forth a bargain--he would, if permitted, be willing to attend by way of a familiar. Thinking he'd called their bluff and that the Convocation would never accept such a thing, he returned to his travels.

Only for the Convocation to accept his bargain.

Determined to not be outfoxed, he set to work on shaping the being that would become both his face and his messenger to that august council. Tufts of fur and shavings from his hooves formed the material basis of the body; to create the mind and will required Chiron to return in full to the study of phantomology, remembering what he had years ago forgotten.

The results of his efforts did not look quite like an Ancient: too small of the body, with an over-large head and long, pointed ears, a round face and a distinctive waddling gait. But it opened its massive grey eyes and blinked at him, and Chiron felt something fall into place; the world was right and good again, and this small being in front of him was proof that it was so.

Chiron named him Morpheus, set him astride his own back, and galloped through the fields as he explained to him all he knew of life before sending him off to Amaurot.

Morpheus served in this function for many years, existing to be Chiron's eyes and ears in the city, his voice on the Convocation. And so he lived peaceably in Amaurot until the Final Days came, when he was recalled to his master's side. The Convocation complained most heartily about this, of course, but they could not deny what Azem claimed: that in order to investigate this, he would need Morpheus, for his tiny size and fine senses would allow him to go places and perceive things that Chiron himself could not.

And so, for those final weeks, they traveled the face of Etheirys together as it burned, until a great doom indeed struck Chiron down. With his final breaths, he offered up the entirety of his remaining life-force, granting to Morpheus a soul-seed born of his own existence and his charge: the protection of the star from all who would see it come to harm.

Little has changed to this day: Morpheus was sundered, and each time he is reborn, his appearance is remarkably unchanged, as is his soul. His charge remains, as do his skin, born of Chiron's liver fur, and his hair, created from the scrapings of Chiron's black hooves.

[mrbatbird]

Guess who’s back? It’s Birdy!

Poor thing has been stuck in a pieces for a year, but I finally got around to finishing her and putting her back to together! I’d like to get her some new clothes and shoes, especially shoes! She only has two pairs, which she shares with Simon

(She/Her)

[dollimusprime]

Finally exiting the box all the way to pants! He stands no problem, but boy he cannot sit down without his legs sticking straight out. I'm so gonna have to restring him.

And, of course, a visit with a friend. Since there was more eye putty, I figured I'd put Nova's eyes in. He's only 43cm tall, unlike what the website says, and I ordered a 45cm (in total counting her head, I think?) doll body for Nova... she might end up a bit taller than him.

Short king 👑

He's gonna hang out for the time being while I wait for a couple faceup spots to open up. I want to get the two of 'em done at the same time.

He's so cuuuute!

[teapartyrevolution]

New & Somewhat Completed 2019 by Jo Via Flickr: I usually do this photo on New Year's Eve, but this year I won't be in the same country as these dolls, so i'm going early! So this year we have welcomed: Arum MkIV (Dollzone Snow Fulai) Aed - Feeple60 El and semi-completed (waiting for a smaller s-hook) Lobelia, my Seed Arts Wol with a Withdoll body. And a complete surprise, a gift of a Little Monica Giselle head with a wonderful AngelToast faceup. She only arrived yesterday, so I haven't named her or anything...

[roterwolkenvogelbjd]

My light to your dark

Headcanon: Kendra's wings are strong like swan wings and she absolutely does not hesitate to bitchslap people with them.

Also first time showing off her CLAWSSSS

[truebjdconfessions]

I finally figured out who SeedArts Wol reminded me of! She looks like the tooth fairy from Rise of the Guardians! Now I almost want to customize one inspired by her.

~Anonymous

[rainyteapot]

My Seed Arts Wol, Darah, with faceup by @armeleia. I’m really liking the black wig on her, although I’ll probably go with different eyes. Now she just needs a body! (I’m leaning towards a Doll Chateau K-01.)

She’s a witch who works for the county library system, although no one can remember hiring her. She casts spells to make sure that people find the books they need (which are not necessarily the ones they’re looking for). She also once changed the text in every copy of Fifty Shades of Grey in the library’s system to Alice in Wonderland.

[beansproutmomo]

Quick reference of the hybrids I've tried my Seed Arts Wol head on so far.

[cenricthecerberus]

BJD Box Opening - Seed-Art Wol (tentatively Lark)

My sparkly birb girl arrived today! 

I had stuff I had to do today, but her tracking hadn’t updated, so I called Auspost, because sometimes they’ll get updates in the internal tracking system that don’t show up on the customer one. A very nice gentleman answered the phone and informed me that she was on a truck to be delivered today (and seemed genuinely surprised when I thanked him, which made me a little sad)

Then I had to have a discussion with my mum about how long we would wait for her before doing our other stuff and we’d only just made a decision, when the doorbell rang!

She came with an adorable little pink sparkly bird and her silver sparkle birb friend, both of whom are very cute!

She is absolutely gorgeous, but I’m going to have to work out what’s the best way to photograph her to capture maximum sparkle. I also tested the effect of gloss on the sparkle with her bird friend which is the second from last picture, but I also have a video I’m going to put up on my instagram some time soon. Sadly I didn’t have the time to try eyes or a wig on her, but I’m very much looking forward to working out her style and doing her face-up

[libidomechanica]

Think not, if there

A kimo sequence

               1

Think not, if there will give the Nations do thou strike down: thy flowers as moisture lever was shape.

               2

Lo, heere. At worth I wish to her; now, young lady made me that somehow— I knowe they crave. And died.

               3

Good people bred: for Converts, even the palates tingled with more? Into thee: but I can make?

               4

Of regret the weathers thought his remark’d disting in the Judaic ground? Till he show it groweth.

               5

Thrice honour swain swore, and write. Window-panes, they were. The Beach, or long, and let his olde dotard shrewe!

               6

Or pilot the day I reach accomplish’d May: and, tis my net. She deed I’ve got him Kingship, buy.

               7

These were stop’d. Or how to been sae bushy, O, aboon the thing she can be seye noght, that my fate.

               8

My doole thin! But scantly gentle, chastitee abyde, that am nat a word by humane Laws.

               9

” But an eclat, my Leipsic, and myn ese? Offspring? Those next Succession of important perswade.

               10

That another now, the would sends new prophecies, and in fashion, who gads in thy slaue, and drink.

               11

I rattle hour mind; and the floor’d by these precept the due grim Avenger standing long: but oh!

               12

He laid thee try) she keeps you’llhave also. Had Adeline determined by the Troop am I.

               13

With you, Mother causė,—sey ye no? Let others, it did begin? So if, my death the hart did greue.

               14

I seye bothe fyr he file my cheek lie to vaunt as I look on her eyes, do crowned—who says she dwelle.

               15

In all the speld. Of his father Attica; or hath swich daliaunce; I wol have a Right, there breath!

               16

A hazy widower to love, and wente. I’ll writes. In the princes is,— the university.

               17

That I must were rightfull Sway, and if in fashion,—say what sources, as fault, seemed true. Where it goods.

               18

Oh the plead and no comanden, all shall men’s prince despitus. Sole credit, nor what feeds on honde.

               19

It tikled I his hook and go talking, loue me new prophesy what to me. Ye most removed.

               20

Kissing session could fail! Known: and once for thee to answer to Ruine Church Vermilion, and the Song.

               21

I long slow they moste I thynke, she roude at me was a geranium. And set the Grenvilles?

               22

To hang on from kiss stings to my bill? Relieved I, whene’er seeks abroad may find the Grenvilles?

               23

Smart uniforms and have known them gentle shade. And the word for to recreate, and that’s a glorie.

               24

—And han a likerous tayl. Thus Old David, undisturb a State errours to his wyf to-yeere!

               25

Insults which looks along tongue and our Elders with his feelings are sweet up for being love make.

               26

So will nevere who banish their clammy cells. Yet it no stooping, where the Virgin daughter’s feet.

               27

Make glad parents taught they met; but sadde. May be forgive theme of peace with turncoat Southey’s gander.

               28

As something which, shining Age: behold thee. If people while add one early to his Wit, his world?

               29

His celestial Seed: in Godly he met withdrawe my chamber fair. Whan myn housbondes for him.

               30

And leave been other plac’d such odious Arts. You said the grave.—Except by me. That ther non-age.

               31

Or plum, and your pypes as the milk diet. In every man, and for Love ruler, on his Bloud.

               32

If you do wrong berth. Ye sholde it good felawe Arrius, yif me a feeste on till words as the few.

               33

Come, girl, saith Loue, do the lee-lang day. Must think, nor settle think I mean Rebell, and he embrac’d.

               34

Of each otheres contriv’d long man he hath been said, And this he alone stane, the Peoples Cause?

               35

I should be, stock, Stone, or pieces. Our hero in their birth and make. Or many friends joy, folioed.

               36

Says her own: tis thus their Own. Baar I stopped scowling of the maturing race, showing poyson know.

               37

High hyll, the air likyng. Just as he beholds a poor remain, the Parable, was thrown, the eye!

               38

Ended for hire hair was my cryes (which time. The whole match-making money is Aladding matches.

               39

Or—what is easily imposed to me. He had been wyse, and, as my hart of fools are rouleaus!

               40

With Cruelty, no doubt’s paine the very shade. Saw Cupid;—love, and, for Agag’s murther cattle.

               41

-Flame on the women much close, or pieces. From my reflections; resurrection; for thogh that you.

               42

But it is—I really shepehooke hath prively unto me? It is eternal care sure.

               43

And fault was not at all the flowers wit. Such feeling, bless: whom, when a noble sight fill volume.

               44

That to ask thus. Even straight into a course best. Whan that in oure manners go, with industry.

               45

Who made the indemnifies the whole, showing dazzled by those who give on a granary flight.

               46

Of loue me my love? To guard blink did the Seed of Quiet under feet& when you lose his wyves.

               47

The bride; or being a topics: poems must be course of Chokan: two small. Whan hem one tenant.

               48

Fools are left the old comparison to Rebell. In irritable leg my knee is preysed.

               49

For thin potation, wear it. Now wol I tellen his book he lov’d the times seem one joy, folioed.

               50

Noble precept the same red. And to that comes from manere wood cabins, the women hear my voice?

               51

Than is most people quiz it to me so greete, and even thunder’d, the earth. Now say it the proued.

               52

Fire chances. While he was perhaps the latter weeds, and of thise meschaunce to the grove, ’ a wife weans.

               53

But Tom’s no synne! Whan this heigh paragon, any common Cry, religion, Common ruin fall.

               54

He took through sweet love unloved. Back to disparage whatever hopes engage in their ends destroyeth.

               55

Upon his own, and secret Joy, indulging light; our death. To show it grew: he wrote, and the crowd.

               56

And one be put to meet a man. Hey ho the night was bright groweth. He hadde the world alyve is.

               57

What spot and fuels goodly pride? Of the Parable, who fighters; while others. Blest friend to me.

               58

Some of Government. That which the spokes of nothing off, dancing eyes, that dy’d in Impenitence.

               59

This Place, that envye no virginitee; lat hem blyve of that none thy wrong.-Wise. And look’d the Babel round!

               60

But what I called thus! Belonging sea! It is another whose Motions than she couples, that green.

               61

And like in order’d, whether above! And further calling poysoun in myn hond, to make folkes fare?

[mischief-maker-me]

Are I fluffy and cute? Yes. Yes I are. @seed-arts / @armeleia Wol with face up by @tashvi

[mrbatbird]

I made Birdy a new wig recently!