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Midnight Sun

My Luna moth cocoons are here and you guys can HELP ME NAME 2 OF THEM!!! The third is gonna be named eren jaeger 💞

VOTE HERE!! >:3

ITS HIM OMGGGG MY BOY!!!! I love this sooo much you captured his energy perfectly‼️‼️ Thank you so much dude aaaa

I GOTTA GET YOU BACK NEXT YEAR 🫵🫵🫵

The last artfight attack from this year!!!!

For @azulmagpie

https://www.instagram.com/azulmagpie?igsh=eTRiMTY0M2d5cHBw

I loooove drawing silly little fellas, and this character, Crinkle, is as silly as it gets! The character is a Pierrot/Jester, so I wanted to have some sort of circus theme going on. I pictured something like being huddled inside a big top, it's warm and bright, and there's a particular feline clown putting on a great performance to the crowd! This dude would definitely be the star of ANY show 100% This attack was super fun to draw, I really loved playing around with the lighting and colours for the atmosphere!

Anywayyys that's all for artfight 2024!! This was my first time giving it a go and I started a little late but it was SOOO much fun!! I got some awesome attacks on my character (yes, I only had one character o_0) and I can't wait to fight more people next year MWAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

I COMPLETELY FORGET TO POST THIS MAN!! Anyways, new oc dropped! His ✨Lore and backstory✨ are under the cut 😳

The Gardener is a deity who was turned to stone for a very long time, resulting in his memories getting scrambled. He has even forgotten his name.  He woke up in a garden in an underground lake under a vast desert, amidst the corpses of ancient gods (gods become stone statues when they die) He believes that he was turned to stone to make it seem as though he was dead like the others. Curiously, the depictions and writings on the walls around the garden seem to have been defaced when there is any mention of him.  He is the god of architecture, and goes to a small agrarian town every once in a while to buy flowers for the dead god he assumes he was close to, and to feed off of the new architecture built in the town (because all deities must “feed” off of something to continue to exist, which is what makes them the god of that Thing). Although there is architecture in the underground oasis, it’s energy is weak due to how old it is. He’s also not a fan of people messing with his interior design (do NOT move his vases)   ( Also fun fact he was based on the song Horse with no Name ! )

For @spicyloafcat !!! HAPPY ARTFIGHT BARKBARKABRK

Happy Hallows eve! :D

My cat has to wear a cone this week and it made me think of an angel whose halo is a cone.

ARTFIGHT 2021 BANNER!!! Plus an old photo looking version just for fun :D

Here’s my page! https://artfight.net/~AzulMagpie

artfight.net

Art Fight

An art trading game

The only known copy of the Hussie “First Folio” of c. 1625 exists in fragments in the Bodelian Library (MS. Eng. misc. c. 413). No publishing details are available, provenance is unknown.  

Prologue:

The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, Limns a youth upon which no name did weigh These thirteen springs. That burden will be one He will take up this morn, and so in this This gentle youth becomes a gentleman, By taking on the name that’s rightfully his - A token that betokes a divine plan. Where others, who did Fate give name at birth Can have no say in what their fortune tells (Whether lives of misery or of mirth), This youth may choose his Heavens, or his Hells. He stands now at the door of childhood’s room, Now Let him learn his name, and learn his doom.  

Act 1, scene 1

   Voice: Enter name.

   Boy: Letters are appearing! As if drawn by Some fiery hand - and now I ken they spell The name “Zoosmell, Lord of Dung”? Fie on this, Fie! A shallow jest - better be the names Of rustics than nobility besmirched.

   Voice: Try again.

   Boy: More words appear, these pleasing to the eye - I’ll be “John Egbert”, a name for saints and Kings, I trow. Now to take up arms and go, But where among these cakes and bills for rude Entertainments could they be? In this drawer?

Looks in drawer

   Boy: No arms. Damn my addled mind: they rest Beneath the cake inside yon magic chest.

   Voice: Remove CAKE from MAGIC CHEST

Boy retrieves arms

   Boy: No antics or hilarity for now, I must needs store these in my Sylladex. What else lies here? Some Gyves that feign to lock, A Blade that cannot wound, a Hat, a Mask, Tricks to mimic smoke or blood, a Treatise On japes, a Volume on the life of a Man of wisdom who traffick’d in dark arts. All this I fain would take ‘gainst future need, For now mayhaps this smoke will show it’s meed.

Takes smoke pastilles

   Boy: Alas! my arms I now can’t bring to hand! This Sylladex is like unto the sack That peddlers use to cart about their wares – And all that they have pack’d must be unlade ‘Ere that which they pack’d first will come to light. No matter now: anon I’ll set it right.

Examines bill

   Boy: No spirits be as facinerious As these. Though fell be their actions and their Passions run to black, these hell-kites’ exploits Enthrall me and I can’t abjure their charms. How now, a note? My father left this here, A birthday gift to mark my thirteenth year.

He’s so me :(