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harpidiem · 3 years

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Hi, you and I seem to have very similar tastes in art and in other things and as a begging artist I would like to know your art journey and any resources you used such as books and things or where you get inspiration from, thanks in advance

Hello! I'd be happy to!

I've been drawing since I was a kid, but I only started drawing seriously when I was about 12 (I wanted to become an animator, I didnt know that jobs like illustration on concept art were a thing). I never took a formal art class, expect for one that was on acrylic painting, and I didnt really learn that much there, and it was only for 4 weeks. (Maybe I'll learn to love acrylic someday, but not today).

For inspiration, I write down favorite memories of mine, and sometimes unimportant ones (memories of sitting at a gas station on a hot summer day, waiting on my dad to buy some sodas so we can get going on our trip; walking under football bleachers at night), and most times I'm a little too scared to post these because they're personal, but im working myself up to it.

I collect moodboards on interest, just whatever catches my eye, even if the aesthetics don't match. When I'm out, I take pictures of places I would like to draw later (abandoned farmhouses, old mill houses, a lighthouse far off in the water alone, a stretch of road completely covered in graffiti).

Books! Ok so I have a lot of art books but few that have actually been beneficial, so I'll post those here.

Color And Light by James Gurney: A Guide For The Realist Painter; I cannot reccomend this book more!! This book is excellent, it talks about how to paint different light conditions, and how it effects light scientifically. Very easy to understand, and Gurney is a master painter.

Adorning The Dark by Andrew Peterson. Another excellent book, and one I don't think I'll ever be over. While this is a book from a Christian standpoint, and I don't know your opinions on religion, this book for me was unputdownable. I read it cover to cover in a day, and did the same thing the next day. Reflections on self and the creative process that takes place in the mind and spiritually, and how we effect others. A simply wonderful book. Id go as far as to say life-changing.

Any Ghibli art book (I own Howl's Moving Castle, and Spirited Away.) These are excellent if youre wanting to look into illustration or character design. It doesnt give much advice, but I find myself inspired every time I open the ghibli books I have.

Sketching From The Imagination: Characters by 3d Total Publishing; this book has many MANY artists of various art styles, and they give their process and advice! Little nuggets of "Oh! Yea that makes sense." are scattered throughout the book, at least for me.

As for fiction books, I read a wide range of genres, so I can't really make a HUGE list of books I reccomend, but I can give a few that I feel have been important to me personally the last few years.

Jeff Vandermeer's Southern Reach Trilogy, and Borne Trilogy. Rick Bragg's All Over But The Shout'n, and Ava's Man, Flannery O' Connor's A Good Man Is Hard To Find, C. S Lewis's A Space Trilogy, and Madeline D'Engle's A Wrinkle In Time. Comics like Batman: The Long Halloween, Calvin and Hobbes, and Minna Sundberg's Stand Still Stay Silent have been great to read as well!

Movies and TV shows are HUGE inspirations for me, but as a general guide, I adore movies like Alien, Fury Road, Pan's Labyrinth, Lord of The Rings, Oh Brother Where Art Thou?, and TV shows like Stranger Things, Over The Garden Wall, and The Twilight Zone. Video games are important as well, like Resident Evil, Silent Hill, Kentucky Route Zero, and Death Stranding.

Anyway, heres what I have to say: Use everything. Dont be afraid to deviate from your "aesthetics". Yes, you'll feel a bit lost at times, like you have no identity, but thats a good thing for growth. When I was 12, I was dead set that my thing was extremely cartoon art styles, pokemon, and drawing dragons. While these are still great and huge inpirations, if I didn't branch out, I would be stuck in a rut.

It is not important to have a set aesthetic. Youre not an aesthetic Instagram page at heart! Find what you are drawn to, what imagery catches your eye, what symbols have meaning to you. I will change throughout my life, but my core values are still there. And I think its important to understand that, to loosely quote Andrew Peterson, that self expression is an endless, and often fruitless chase. You gotta shift your direction outward, and you'll discover things about you, good and bad.

Wow, this post is getting very very long. Apologies. Anyway, one more note. Just explore. Collect things, look for details! Note that swirl in the sand, a wrinkle next to an eye, get a feel for a place or thing. I have dozens of books that make no sense together (2 books on sharks, 1 on specifically waterplants, 5 on animal species, 2 on surgery, 1 on the history of medicine, 1 on car mechanics, 1 on martial arts, 3 cookbooks, and a book on the history of wood working.) Yes, I tend to hoard books. Get a book from the library on a subject you know nothing about once a week. Glance through it, take at least 20 minutes hopping page to page, even randomly. You'll find something! Just keep your eyes open, dont stop learning! I encourage wiki rabbit holes 100%.

And please, please dont be afraid to post new things. In the end it doesn't matter if your followers are unused to the new thing you like! As long as you are conveying meaning behind what you create, you'll find your way. Im uh, still learning this. People latch onto concepts more than skill, I've found.

So yea, thats just what I have to say. Sorry for the long, LONG post. I hope this helped!!

#asks #blindsighted581 #art help #art tips

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kindofwriter · 3 years

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I am starved for balance content, please, tell me about your extremely specific Taako designs

Lol, big same, I started taz waaay too late. I literally cannot even begin to explain what kind of can o’ worms you’ve opened up there, OP, this is gonna be a goddamn essay! I imagine Taako changes his style massively depending on the arc.

But first, the basics: I will accept nothing other than this boy being from Fantasy Mexico. He has brown skin. Brown eyes, but flecked with purple in a cool, magic kinda way. Freckles, bc that’s cute. A real chonky boy, bc I want nice things for fat people, and Taako is a very nice thing. Taller than Magnus with the hat, but only because it’s a very tall hat. And, of course, the iconic tooth gap.

And now for specifics you never asked for or wanted!

Here There be Gerblins:

Taako just has the world’s most obvious adventurer outfit. He’s a classic celebrity on the run - trying to wear clothes that will help him blend in, but his face is still adorned with gorgeous glamour spells (aka stage makeup). He has loose, belted brown pants, a loose pirate-esque cream shirt, and a brown cloak, topped with a matching brown wizard’s hat. His hair is pulled back into a long, blond plait. He just looks kind of sad.

Murder on the Rockport Limited:

Cha’ boy has some knowledge back and he’s shown the fuck up! A tailored evening-blue suit with silver trim, one-inch silver, heeled boots, a blue hat with a silver buckle, pale blue lipstick, and flowing, straightened silver hair, with a pair of small, blue-tinted oval glasses sat on his nose. I also really love the idea that the umbra staff changes to match Taako’s style, and turns from red to blue with silver frills.

Petals to the Metal:

I imagine that for the first half of the arc, after Rockport, Taako has a bit of a cute conductor thing going on. A loose fitting dark blue suit with a cute little blue conductors hat. Long, wavy brown hair. Blue eyeshadow and bronze lipstick.

But then after they steal from the racing gang he’s in full Racer Boy couture. Black leather pants, black leather jacket, studded choker, red, cropped cotton shirt, bright red lipstick. And he re-does his hair so he has a black fringe and red waves, which get tied into two mangeable little space-buns for the race.

Crystal Kingdom:

We all know what the space suits look like. But as for the rest of the look: bubblegum pink hair, curled and messily pulled back into those same buns, with matching lipstick. The Soft Boi look.

The Eleventh Hour:

We all know of the iconic mauve skirt, but I imagine he had a matching fringed jacket and hat, cropped white T-shirt, and white cowboy boots. Pink, circular sunglasses. Loose, wavy, ginger hair. And cute little cherry earrings, bc why not?

The Suffering Game:

The ultimate hot boi circus look. Candy-floss-pink fringe, with candy-floss-blue space buns. Matching blue lipstick, and matching pink heart-sunglasses. A pearly-white, almost iridescent, jacket with matching skirt and heels, and a pink crop top.

After his legs are mangled in the first challenge Taako quickly (w/ magic, ofc!) changed his outfit: flat, supportive boots, long, loose fitting pants, a white shirt and a blue and pink ring masters coat. The sunglasses are g o n e, lipstick wiped away along with the blood, makeup sweated off, and space buns now two messy tangles he shakes out into waves.

I imagine the spell that takes his beauty chews his hair up a la howl’s moving castle, leaving him with a cute, but ultimately awkward and frizzy bob of wavy hair. It also strips all the dye, leaving it natural. A lot of the scars he got that didn’t get healed immediately are visible again.

The glamour spell smooths his hair out and allows him to dye it back, but it needs to grow out again naturally.

The Stolen Century:

The classique IPRE uniform, plus long, wavy red hair and a blond fringe. Obviously this look would change depending on where they land and what they do, this is just the re-set look.

Story and Song:

Whilst the turn-around between Suffering Game and Story and Song is literal minutes I imagine Taako used magic or returned to his quarters to get rid of his blood-stained Suffering Game garments. He gets a long, black skirt, supportive boots, black tights, a black shirt, and a red cloak. Not a robe, just a regular red cloak, but it feels familiar and nice to be fighting in.

I imagine when he sees Kravitz and drops the glamour spell his legs give way (bc there’s no healing in wonderland!) and Kravitz kinda catches him and steadies him, then, without asking any questions, summons him a cool, raven’s-head walking cane. Lup eventually makes him a new umbra staff, to support him when he’s adventuring, but he uses Kravitz’ cane around the house and in town, bc spells are kind of tiring and it’s nice to be able to walk without holding yourself up with magic.

Over time Taako stops using the disguise spell daily. It’s exhausting, and he feels comfortable around his boyfriend, his sister, his best friends - his family - Ren, Angus, most of his students, actually. He still likes to look perfect on occasion, he is still, y’know, Taako? From TV? But he feels very happy and supported in his life, and that happiness no longer relies on him looking his best.

Just, I have the whole world in my head, every tiny detail of it, and it’s so vivid and whole. Fuck, I just really love podcasts. Thanks for the excuse to rant, OP.

#taako #the adventure zone #taakitz #taz balance #taz headcanons #I just have a lot of thoughts about these boys!!!#author's note

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liliesoftherain · 4 years

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A Knight’s Honor

Ch 2 - Oh Mother...

Masterlist

Summary: You are a female squire, who is not willing to give up your dreams of Knighthood to become a slave to society to save face.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

SLOWBURN

A/N: Second Chapter! I rushed this, but because I wanna get to some other parts and I haven’t worked on this in a good minute. So I hope you like it anyways!

After parting ways with Shinsou, you were making your way to the northern gates of the castle to start your patrol. Every morning, unless directed otherwise, you were to patrol the outer rim of the castle walls on foot. While most people hated foot patrols, saying they always took way too much time versus patrolling on horseback, you loved it. It gave you time to clear your head and actually focusing on your surroundings.

If you had a steed, you would have to make sure it was fine, make sure they had enough space down the path, watching for anything that could potentially spook them, and well-it was more hassle for a simple patrol. Horses had their plenty of capability to aid you and others, like carrying more weight and items, allowing for quicker travel, and overall just having a companion to rely on.

A horse would never spill your secrets, that you had the utmost faith in.

Yet for now, you were more than happy to be alone. With thoughts filled with nothing more than the skies and the surrounding lands.

You reached the gates and let out a greeting to the Squire on sentry duty,

“Good day Sero!”

The young man turned to you with a lazy look on his face, before a small smile overtook it.

“Ah (l/n), right on time.”

“As I am every morning.” You snickered, walking across the ramp to stand in front of him. His shrugged with a nod of agreement, eyes hazy as if sleep was hanging on with all of its might-well, more like boredom.

Sentry duty was as every bit boring as it was slow.

“As am I every morning.”

“You poor soul, forced to stay wake while the only company you share is that of the weathered cracks on stone.”

“Which I have counted a lifetime over and then some, I assure you.” He sighed bitterly.

“I am inclined to agree, I wish you all the luck. I shall see you at my return.” You began to walk off, out the gates onto the path outside.

“I am to need it, surely! Safe ventures as always!” He called out, settling his back against the wall to keep propped up.

You only looked up at the sight before you and sighed with delight at the scenery before you.

The land was going through a beautiful change as always this time of year, the brilliant greens changing into a more colorful palette. The oranges, browns, and reds now standing out against the blue backdrop, contrasting greatly.

Soon enough however, the skies will begin to darken as will the earth beneath it. The sea of oaks and evergreens will be topped with white, as if they were plucked then dipped into paint before being set upright again. The grounds will be matching the look, with the blades of wild-grass and dirt covered, nowhere to be seen as it is buried underneath.

The courtyard, as well as the world outside of it, was always a magical sight to be seen once winter had come and taken root for the months to come. It would be thickly blanketed in the soft white of snow, the flakes of it dancing down to softly land upon anything it can. The sleet that pelted down on you wasn’t as nice, but still breathtaking nonetheless. To not be able to see more than a few feet in front of you, the howling winds causing shivers to seize your body in an attempt to warm.

Although, you were lucky to have an ability to keep warmer than most during these times. Your quirk, as that was the overall name of the abilities possessed by mere man, was that of the sun itself. Truly bright. Truly warm. Truly deadly.

You could manipulate light in its purest form, and what is light if there is not heat right behind it? Through the years of hard work, you were able to turn that into a weapon for battle.

It was uncommon for a women to be born with an ability, one made for the battlefields no less. Higher blood was often time the most blessed as they were gifted the abilities of the Gods, unlike the majority of the world. Men were the ones who were bestowed the stronger powers, the tougher, the scariest, the better abilities. While women were more often than not gifted with ones such as to help with chores or, womanly things. To produce warm water, just enough for baths. The ability to create different fibers, such as yarn, for creating clothing. A means of being able to dabble in the arts of healing, even if only for minor injuries. Things that were considered minimal, weak, inefficacious.

Things that were considered exactly what a woman's being and worth was;

You wanted to prove everyone wrong.

Patrol was over sooner than you’d like, the walk around the outside of the castle grounds so familiar that you were sure it was shrinking in size by how easily you were able to lap it. Nothing was out of the ordinary, giving you the chance to report to your teacher and receive your daily duty.

You had walked back through the gates to be stopped by Sero before you could pass with a simple greeting.

“Be for warned (l/n), your mother is in need of your audience.”

“Oh maggots, what more can she nag at me so early in the morn?”

“No idea, she had only asked for your location in hopes to speak.”

“Many thanks Sero, I suppose you would not let me take over Sentry in your stead, and you in my place of speaking to my mother?” You partly jested, however you were being truthful.

Talks with your mother were a pain, and Sero was often informed of your lovely conversations.

“Nay, I would rather be posted for a week straight in the blistering cold than to be in your mother’s joyous presence for longer than a second.” He looked away with a shiver jolting down his body.

“What a dear comrade you are Sero.” You pouted.

“I know you would hope the same for yourself, (l/n).” He laughed.

“You are not wrong. I shall say I had not known in hopes to dodge her until much later.”

“Good luck.”

You walked off, trying your best to sneak around the courtyard to get to your mentor in peace. It had worked, you had not caught wind of her booming voice, and instead found yourself outside one of the few common areas for the knight’s. A large room that housed weapons, maps, plans, and books alike. It was a place of study, practice, and good fun. A few of the Knight’s quarters being on the second floor, so it had felt like a home to many.

Unfortunately, your mother had not allowed you to stay in the quarters meant for the squires, and you had a room in the main area of the castle due to your birth status. You knew none of your fellow friends had minded, but you heard whispers of few that you received special attention due to your blood.

As well your gender.

You pushed open the door, scanning the room to see no one in the room except for your teacher. He stood over a circular desk that housed a large map of the kingdom and its surrounding lands. Borders marked expertly and details clear, and it was a wondrous map to study when one needed to know about the surrounding kingdoms and where the lands came together.

“Sir Hizashi, I am here for my report.”

“Ah (l/n), you’ve caught me at a good time. Lend me your thoughts for a moment.”

“Sir?”

You walked closer to the table, looking as he pointed at a path on the warn map.

“Tell me, why would this path to take if you were to head to Hosu.” His finger tapped the neighboring kingdom, before trailing along the path he asked you about.

“Well, are we thinking of time or ease?”

“Humor me.”

You looked at the map, taking a step closer to point yourself as you talked.

“Well, this path is the best for convenience by far. One of the more common roads that lead through villages and such without fear of crossing through property.”

You traced the path just as he did.

“However, the price for this comfort is your time. It would take much time to get to the outskirts of Hosu, this is considering the need for plenty of stops and rest at night.”

You moved to another path, one not as detailed as the previous, but a path nonetheless.

“This path here, will most likely cut your trip in half, allowing for a more straightforward travel, however there would be a need of protection in case of outlaws or bandits, as since it is not as populated a path. With proper protection, it is a much acceptable trail.”

You looked up to see Hizashi grinning, patting your shoulder roughly along with his praise.

“That head of yours surely makes me proud, you take after me quite well!”

“Thank you, Sir, may I be bold as to ask why you have asked about this in specific?”

“Ah, this quicker trail in question is the one Sir Aizawa and Shinsou have taken, Aizawa had shared your thoughts exactly about the path.”

“It was a great idea of course, and of course you were sure the one to give him it.” You humored him, and he barked out a laugh that left your ears ringing.

“You indulge this old man too much, (l/n)!”

“Nonsense Sir, you have not hit old age yet.” He patted your back once more before walking over to the large selection of books, picking up three from the shelves.

“Yet being the keyword young squire, here-” He handed the books into your awaiting arms, “I shall have you brush up on territories since we are on the subject.”

You nodded in agreement with a bow of your head as he took his leave.

He paused by the door momentarily, turning to look back at you.

“Oh yes, how was patrol?”

“Safe and sound as always!”

“Good! After your studies you may do your chores and indulge in sparring before being dismissed, I have an audience with the King and some advisers later on, so I will not be around to report to.”

“Understood Sir.”

“Splendid, enjoy your day (l/n)!”

“As do you Sir!”

You waited a moment longer, scanning through the bookshelf in order to pluck one more before walking outside, all four books in hand. You made your way back to the kitchen areas, knowing that it was too early for any other type of meal, so you could study in peace.

Just as you thought no one was occupying any tables, allowing you to spread your texts out along the tops without getting in anyone's way.

“Oh Petal, I wasn’t expecting to see you till supper!” You looked up from your books with a smile.

“Mina, I didn’t think you’d have time to come out of the hole.”

She laughed, sitting beside you with her laughter fading into a sigh as she handing you an apple.

You happily took it, proceeding to shove it into your mouth. Blissfully groaning as the juicy apple satisfied your small hunger.

“I left as fast as I could, thankfully they do not let me around the deserts as they are being prepped.”

“We are lucky they do, otherwise you would not leave any for the rest of us!”

“Oh hush! I would not eat them all-”

“Only save enough for your King?”

“Precisely!”

You laughed once more at her ridiculous grin before looking back down and opening a book, finding maps and notes collected together over the time of the kingdom.

“What is it they are making you learn today?” Mina asked, peeing over your shoulder to look at the texts.

“The kingdom and its territory. These here,” You pointed to a specific marking of lines, “Indicates trade routes as well.”

“Trade routes? Why, you are no merchant.”

“Trade routes can be useful knowledge. Knowing on-land routes can help as they are more suited for traveling heavier with wagons and horses. Since they are not as agile as one traveling on foot. Of course, it is best to stick to traveling pathways, but if need be you may follow a traders path to get to ports and such, you will be sure to find a population there if in need of people.”

“Could you not find many in markets of towns and such?”

“You could yes, but what if you were say, caught here,” You pointed at an area of trees, “there is no direct path to take. If you knew where the location of a village was, you could head in said direction. Yet, if you were unsure, but you see the trademarks for a trading post, it’d be best to head there. You are able to spot plenty of trade routes easy, more so than towns roads. If not, head in direction of the sea because there will always be something there. You can get supplies, replenish your rations, and receive directions. If lucky, you may convince one to ride on their wagon. Reducing your travel time.” She nodded thoughtfully at your words.

“I suppose it would be of use, thankfully I never have to know them!” She laughed, giving your shoulder a good squeeze before standing.

“You should always know the kingdom, it may save your life one day.” You pointed out, taking another bite of the delicious snack.

“Then I’m glad I have you to help, Petal.” Mina patted at her skirts to remove any dirt she could before giving her goodbyes.

“I must get back now, I am cooking fish tonight! You best work up an appetite!”

“For your food? Of course!” You grinned, waving goodbye as she disappeared through the door.

You began to study for the next while, scanning through all of your books with a thirst to better your memory. It was always fun to read the texts, even when they were boring routes and such alike.

The feeling of knowledge was just too important to dislike, therefore you always took pleasure in such an activity. Hizashi was well aware, and was often boasting that he had a good apprentice who enjoyed the studies for once, unlike most other squires. He made sure to give you a fair amount of studying, as well as actually practice in the arts you have read about. No doubt tomorrow, if Hizashi had planned the time in his schedule, he would make you accompany him on any path. Forcing you to recall the knowledge you learned while on such a walk.

The sun began to rise higher in the sky until it was directly over you, indicating that you should probably end your studies and get going with your afternoon chores. So you lifted all of your books and went to walk away when a jingle of bells caught your attention.

“Ah, is that a fool I hear?” You asked without looking up to see who you knew would be there.

“A fool indeed, Milady!” You stood with a smirk, looking up to see a man with a bell-hat adorning his head.

“How are you this fine day, Jester?”

“Very well Lady Knight, I have prepared the most beautiful ballad for the King this evening.” He walked next to you as you begin to head back to the Knight’s area.

“I am no Knight yet, Kaminari.”

“Ah but to me you will always be, fair lady.” He grinned, winking as he skipped ahead and cleared his throat, “Would you care to hear it?”

“I suppose I have time, but after I must get on with my chores.”

“Chores are bores (l/n)!” He pouted.

“Chores are apart of my daily routine, my duty?” You raise a brow, and laugh as he waves you off.

“Let me sho-oh!” Walking backwards, Kaminari had failed to notice a rock on the ground, causing him to trip and land on his behind.

You let a snort of laughter, only to bite your lip to keep the rest of your giggles hidden as he glares back at you.

“Maggots, that hurt.” He stood up with a sigh, brushing the dirt off of his clothes.

“At least you had a hat to protect that large head of yours.” You kept walking, hearing the boy jog to catch up.

“I say, that’s no way to show concern for a friend!” He huffed next to you, walking facing forwards this time.

“If you believe that is not how I express my concern, then you are no friend.”

“Don’t say such words, you shall break my heart beyond repair.” Kaminari put a hand over his chest, to emphasize his words.

“I’m sure the blacksmith shall have no issues to help.” You rolled your eyes with a snicker bubbling from your lips at his crestfallen expression.

“The blacksmi-Ojiro would not care to fix my heart!”

“Why not? He would surely fix something as precious as that.”

You saw his eyes widen at your words, and you hide a smile at the dopey grin that spread across his face.

“Precious? Oh sweet lady, you speak all the words a fool wishes to ever hear. You know- I feel like that could be a terrific ballad.”

The sounds of grunting caught your attention, and you turn to see people sparing on the training grounds. You see blonde and you let a frown take over your face. Bakugou was training against another one of the squires, and he was no match for him. You hated to admit it, but Bakugou was amazing at hand-to-hand combat.

He was almost too good, even though everyone here had been training all their lives just as he has. However, you tended to gloat when it came to archery, out beating him in that subject by a mile. His raw power tended to overshoot the arrow, and you gracefully made a bulls eye every time. Not to mention how destructive it can be if he uses his quirk with it as well.

Lost in thought, you didn’t have time to dodge the one person who you hoped to not see all day.

“(Y/N)! DEAR STOP THIS ONCE.” You wanted to run, but if you did it’d make it worse.

Bakugou turned to the noise, but you looked away before he caught your eyes.

“Have fun milady, I shall be off hiding away, do find me if you survive.” Denki had given you a quick, playful bow and scampered off.

You clicked your tongue as you watched him leave.

‘Traitor.’

“Hello mother.” You had said dryly, looking at her while trying to hide your grimace.

“(y/n), you rascal, did you not know of my looking for you?” She sighed.

You could tell she was annoyed, and swallowed the comment of her not looking hard enough. Since you sat in the same spot for some time.

“No mother, I did not.”

“Well,” She huffed, “Now that I have caught you-”

“Against my will may I add.”

“Hush your tongue girl! I need you to come with me, we must-”

“Mother,” You cut her off, pulling your hand from her grasp, “I have duties right now, can this please wait?”

Your pleading seemed to cause her even more annoyance, but she only crossed her arms while looking up at you.

“This is a very important matter, (y/n). Can your chores wait, till tomorrow perhaps? Or, honestly you may need to put training on hold, even behind you.”

“What? I cannot put my training on hold. I have a responsibility to my Knight teacher and most important my King-”

“Well, your suitor will not take to watching you scoop, ugh, dung.”

“S-suitor!?” You yelled louder than intended, not realizing the sets of eyes digging into your back.

You clutched your books tighter to your chest, trying your hardest not to blow up on your mother.

“My dear, you have been at your prime, you are Nineteen! it is time you find someone-”

“Mother.” You glare, “I refuse. My duty is to my King first and foremost.”

“Your duty is only tempor-”

You stormed off, not bothering to turn around as your mother yelled after you. She had never believed in your position, believing that as soon as you were ‘bored’, you would come crawling back to your life of luxury.

‘Never.’ You thought bitterly.

You did not want to marry someone who thought less of you because of this, someone who wanted you to settle down and bare heirs. She, nor anyone else, could force you to do anything, and you will make sure to scare off anyone who would even think of pulling you out of the life you love

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spirify · 6 years

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Amethyst

w. Rielin

“The amethyst only shimmers its constellation under the light of the full moon.”

"Don't ever look into the princess's eyes, ya hear me?" A man― possibly in his mid thirties with a brown colored fedora, and with a cigar burning, he whispers to his son. "Why dad?" The son asked out of curiosity, his eyes glistening with wonders. The man stares back at his son, a gentle smile forming beneath his mustache, "Because," The son tilts his head as his father's speech drifts off. Then he continues,

"You will be cursed."

Sickened, unloved, ill-starred. Everyone revolts the petite female dressed in intricate floral design, made specifically for the princess, Aisha. Her amethyst colored eyes are fearful, as it is gloomy and darkened without hint of an expression. The princess is cursed, many say. But she is not. In fact, she is incredibly healthy and well-mannered. Yet not one have seen her eyes sparkle under the light of the full moon, how beautiful it shines, how beautiful she is. Because all fears her for what they call― the curse. All avoids her gaze, even the king and the queen.

"A party, at my castle! All is welcomed!" the king shouts with joy, inviting the royalties all over the continent. The dancehall is decorated with intricate designs, shining radiantly with the chandelier that hangs above. The scent of perfume and cologne fusing together diffuses into the air. The murmurs of conversation echoes from one pillar to another. The sound of heels and tap shoes clicking on the marble floors rings throughout. The noise of two wine cups clanging one another as the wine swirls within reflects into the ears of the princess. Every single sound, every single vision, it is all too sensitive, for the princess without self-esteem.

The princess steps into the dancehall with a heavy heart. Unwelcomed, yet invited because of her royal blood. The murmurs gradually die down as the royalties turn to face her, giving her a revolting, disgusted look. She hides her amethyst orbs under her eyelids, fearing those glares that look down upon her. What have she done to be hated? She did not ask for such witch hunting just because of her eyes, they have no proof that she is cursed. Not one has been affected by staring directly at her. Yet why do you say, she is cursed?

Eluding her eyes and her being, she quietly walks along the walls and reaches the corner of the hall, avoiding contact with others. Soon enough, the sound of crowd's murmur increases as their concentration drifted away from the princess. With a sigh of relief, she walks over to the terrace of the dance hall, where she can be showered by the moonlight. The darkened, gloomy amethyst orbs slowly illuminates as it reflects the light of the moon. Starry flowers blooms within her iris, like a constellation. If only the humanity could see how breathtaking her eyes are, if only they realize that this is not a curse, but a cure. If only at least one person realizes that, then that's enough for her.

She turns around while resting her palms on the fenced grills designed in white. The moon casts a shadow of her figure and the darkness clouds her amethyst orbs once again, the stars fading into the void.

"What?" she whispers inaudibly, shaken by surprise. Even though her eyes aren't casted by the moonlight, her eyes shine, ever so radiantly. Like a star sparking its last light across the starry sky. Her gaze is fixed on another pair of amethyst eyes, that is also illuminating its light. As if the world surrounding them is a mere blur, their focus is only on each other. It's the prince of her life, the prince with the same eyes.

She remains still, unable to move. However, he is the one who took the courage as he approaches the vulnerable female. Within seconds, he stands in front of her, gazing into the eyes filled with the constellation. As if the violet quartz is embedded into her eyes, it sparkles. He lets out a warm smile like the rays of the sun. It's as if all of her undesirable past has been washed away. She lets out a smile as well. The two does not speak, as if they are already matched with their heart. They do not need to hear words, they do not need to hear thoughts. They already know. The two entangles their fingers together and dance the night away, under the light of the full moon.

From afar, she hears the wolves howling. From the sudden sound of wild creatures, he turns his gaze away from her and glances toward the northern mountains, where the wolves reside. She tilts her head in confusion, yet he cannot tell her. He mustn't tell her. With the howls, he disappears into the thin air within blink of an eye. The princess glances about, for she was is perplexed by his sudden disappearance. She collapses into the cold, marble floor. A jewel of tear creates in the corner of the amethyst orbs, running down her cheeks.

Where did you go, my prince?

Who are you, my princess?

Why does she have those amethyst eyes? Is she the same like me? He wonders, his amethyst eyes darkened with clouded thoughts. The sensation of soft fur touches his bare arm, as he is surrounded by pack of wild wolves. They whine, they bark, yet his mind is cluttered with the sight of her, her beautiful amethyst eyes.

But most importantly, why did she not fear me like everyone else? He too, was told since young that he was cursed by the witch as his darkened eyes were fearing many. Shocked and scared of their own son, his parents abandoned the vulnerable child into the woods, only to be adopted by pack of wolves. However, his eyes were not the curse, instead, it was a cure― a sign to find the princess.

A witch approached the male when he was a teen, asking whether he wants to be loved. The confused male denied, as he is satisfied living in the woods surrounded by wild creatures. Yet he is a human. He would soon die, if he continued to live in such conditions. The witch placed a curse under him, making him into a werewolf. He has a body of a human, but with wolf-like ears and tail, he has the instincts of a wolf. However, he will change into a human in under one condition: the full moon. During the night of the full moon, he will turn into a royalty-like human, dressed neatly with his hair brushed back while wearing a suit. He must enter the grand dance hall and find a female that shares the same amethyst eyes, and must have her fall in love with him. That is his life-long mission. She will be the cure of his damned curse. If fails, when the sun reappears into the sky, he will turn back into a werewolf again and will be forced to live in such condition for the rest of his life.

A night after a night, the princess starts to lose hope in finding the prince of her life. She remembers his exact appearance; the silver hair that's neatly brushed back, the black suit befitting his composed-self, and his amethyst eyes that held constellation within.

"A party tonight at the grand hall!" the maids yell throughout the hallway. The princess perks up, quickly dashing over to her window. The full moon. Her heart starts to beat, a smile starts to form across her lips. She will see him again. For sure, she will realizer her feelings this time and fall in love with him tonight.

"I shall wait for you, my prince," she whispers, gently closing her eyes.

The night is bright. The moon and the stars shimmering its rays upon the earth. Upon the northern mountain, the sound of leaves rustling and heavy footsteps pounding on the grass echoes throughout the forest. With swift movements like a wolf, he reaches the the princess's castle. Under the moonlight, his ears and tails disappear, his sharp canine teeths transitions into human-like form. He changes into a royalty.

BGM 〈 Selena Gomez and Marshmello - Wolves 〉

Where are you, my princess? He searches, passing a person after another. They give him a fearful look, as they find another human being with the same cursed eyes. However, their glances does not bother him. His mind is clouded with her, the princess of his life. The witch said he must have her fall in love with him. Yet that did not matter, for he has already fallen in love with her.

He comes to a halt. His gaze is fixed on a lonely girl in the corner of the dancehall. She cautiously looks here and there, fearing of matching her eyes with another, yet trying to find the amethyst eyes shining within the crowd. No one dares to touch the cursed girl. But he will. He walks closer, closing the gap in between the two with a step after another. They may say they are cursed, but they cure each other. The gash made from the past, the wounds created by sharp glances, he will cure each and every scar. If only, she loves him back. That is his only wish.

The amethyst orbs shine under the chandelier, not needing the moonlight to show its true colors. The crowd surrounds the two, gazing in awe. It was a such blinding sight, of the true beauty their eyes held. They finally realize, that their unusual, darkened colored eyes are not a curse, but only a cure. The one person she wished for, helped her gain trust and love from all others.

The two entangles their fingers and gently sways with their feet in sync, dancing the night away. Starry lights soar from the male, as his curse is lifted. He is no longer a damned werewolf, but a human, a prince. Not one realized, that he has a royal blood running through his vein. He is indeed, the prince that is fated to meet the princess.

"I've been running through the jungle, I've been crying with the wolves to get to you,"

Amethyst ― fin.

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inspired by the bgm, i recommend listening to it while reading! just start listening to it when it's stated so in the story. c:

i kind of timed the words match the lyrics, so when it says the last phrase, hopefully it also says the same phrase in the song. /i mean it all depends on speed of your reading, but as a medium-speed reader i am, it perfectly matched in sync!

for clarification! Add is an actual prince! his parents, the king and the queen, abandoned him into the forest even though its their own son. i make the parents so cruel in my stories but yeah lmao.

sorry that all of my stories kind of tend to be add x whoever! /totally not my male bias of elsword characters

but honestly this is kind of my favorite one-shot out of all the ones i've written ayy

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