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Post by Celestial on Jul 21, 2022 15:30:49 GMT -5
You enter the next room. When you close the door behind you, it makes a resounding clack that echoes around the great space. Most of the room is swathed in darkness, but ahead, there is a small but ornate desk, at which a stately woman sits beneath a warm light. She calmly sips some tea while going over a thick musical score in her hands, and she looks up brightly when you approach. "Oh my, hello! I see I have a challenger. You've worked very hard to come to this point, I'm sure." She smiles and proffers a teacup. "Would you care for something to drink? I find that a spot of tea not only soothes the body, but also a nervous composure." You quietly shake your head. "No? Very well," the woman says. "I can see you're on a bit of a mission, then, aren't you?" She rises from her seat at the desk, lightly leaning upon an umbrella. Suddenly, a row of lights-- spotlights--flash on in quick succession all along the length of the room. This place, you realize, is a stage. The audience seating may be empty at the moment, but you can nevertheless feel the anticipation and excitement rising in your chest. "Are you ready?" the woman prompts, her stance comfortable as she pulls a gleaming Pokeball from her coat. "I do hope you're prepared to put on a good show!" You are challenged by Elite Four Tabitha!  *battle theme INTENSIFIES* I hope you like it, Celestial!! <3 I had a ton of fun picking Pokemon and figuring out a tweaked trainer outfit for her. (Her Mega Stone is on her umbrella. =D) I hope you approve of the Pokemon team. x3 Please appreciate how excited I got when I found Gossifleur. It's a flower! That rides the wind! That sings! Whose pollen can even be used to make tea?? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH She is perfect. Every single Pokemon you picked for her is incredible. I especially love Sinistea (I even have a plush of it) and the gossifleur. Gallade and Meloetta are also amazing. Gallade is one of my faves IRL too, along with Gardevoir, so it's wonderful. THANK YOU! I am honoured to be blessed with Lizica-art. |
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Post by Moni on Jul 23, 2022 3:22:23 GMT -5
For all who have not done their assignment, remember that the deadline is in 19.5 hours.If you are tagged here, your assignment is either incomplete or not completely posted. Sky Enthusiast ( Twillie) Wrangler of Disasters ( Thorn) Enjoys things Twice ( Liou) Likes Sunflowers and Skies ( Celestial) (extension granted)The Amazing ( downrightdude) Board Game Master ( Pixie) |
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Post by Thorn on Jul 23, 2022 3:32:00 GMT -5
I will endeavor to get this edited and all sent tonight! It's been a weird time lately. If it's late, it'll only be a couple hours late (will do my best but if I can't manage it tonight, I'm not free again until tomorrow evening my time.)
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Post by Twillie on Jul 23, 2022 10:44:24 GMT -5
I should be able to get mine posted later today!
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Post by Twillie on Jul 23, 2022 15:33:47 GMT -5
Here it is, my piece for Thorn ! I was inspired to make what looked like a page out of a fairy tale book for Hexaline, since her story sounded like one that would lend well to the genre :3
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Post by Thorn on Jul 24, 2022 4:31:32 GMT -5
Here it is, my piece for Thorn ! I was inspired to make what looked like a page out of a fairy tale book for Hexaline, since her story sounded like one that would lend well to the genre :3
I also have a colorless version to give more of that vintage storybook feel: Twillie this is so beautiful, ahhhh! I've been looking at this and smiling all day, and it's now my desktop background as well. I love the detail of the little hut- Hexie loves her mothers so much and is in that Young Adult Stage of trying to become her own person and assert her own wishes! The uncertain glance back at the hut demonstrates this so well. The storybook style is perfect for her! The game I play Hexaline in is inspired by fairytales, uses a lot of motifs and significant numbers (lots of 3s), things like that. |
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Post by Thorn on Jul 24, 2022 5:55:46 GMT -5
My piece is for Liou! I had just finished watching Yuri on Ice and saw your On Ice prompt, and it was too tempting to pass up. xP Tally On IceTally had always watched her from afar. Alyzraena: beautiful, graceful, serene. So very, very cold. Tally wished she could light up those eyes with genuine joy, but this was never going to happen. Alyzraena was from a great and powerful family- untouchable to almost everyone. She would never even remember Tally’s name. Tally had to learn to accept that.
The acceptance never came. They watched and waited, dreaming of the day Alyzraena would bend down to embrace them, whispering their name into their ear. Tally imagined tucking a lock of that sleek pale hair behind Alyzraena’s ear, while her angular face shimmered under the lights. She imagined how Alyzraena would look if she laughed.
There was more than one reason they called her the Ice Princess, after all. She never laughed. She never smiled, except when her mouth was locked in a rehearsed twist: delicate, pretty, but far from genuine.
“Bodyguard.”
Tally started. Alyzraena’s eyes locked with hers. It was just the pair of them, the ice gently twinkling between their distant forms. Normally Tally would be at dinner this time of day, but Alyzraena wanted to practice a new routine, and wherever she went Tally went as well. Tally had inadvertently disgraced Alyzraena’s family some years ago and, as a direct result, they would be serving as her bodyguard and personal assistant for many more years to come.
“Let’s talk,” Alyzraena ordered.
Even if she’d wanted to, Tally would have been unable to resist such a command. The arrangement with Alyzraena might have been forced upon her, but she couldn’t say she regretted it. The world felt slow and dreamlike as Tally drifted towards her outstretched hand. Tally did, however, forget to take into account the ice. She wobbled, slid, and fell. When they looked up again, Alyzraena was gliding effortlessly towards them.
“What are you doing?” she snapped. “Were you planning to magically float across this ice?”
“I just-” Tally floundered, leaning against Alyzraena for support. “Did you want me- I mean what did you want to talk about?”
Alyzraena guided Tally to the edge of the ice. They sat side-by-side near the rink as Alyzraena removed her skates. Tally warmed her hands against her trousers, then shoved them into her armpits. She had forgotten how cold ice could be. It seemed like that would be obvious, but apparently overlooking the obvious was their special skill today.
“We have known each other a long time,” said Alyzraena. “I think you should call me Yzzy.”
Tally started. That felt so blasphemous! How could they refer to someone of such divine presence and delicate beauty by a...a nickname???
Their lips moved before their brain could catch up.
“I disagree.”
Alyzraena raised an eyebrow. “Really? The first time you disagree openly, and it’s over a nickname of all things?”
Tally swallowed. “Yes. I disagree. Because you are so far beyond me and, you know, I really admire you and I um. I think of you as above me. And wow you are so beautiful. So I think calling you by such an informal name would be wrong.”
Alyzraena was quiet for a moment. Tally worried that she’d offended her. She didn’t want that. Tally wished she hadn’t spoken at all. Alyzraena would have been many things then, but at least she wouldn’t have been disappointed in them. Tally cringed at the thought of what must be going through her mind right now.
The Ice Queen shook her head, pale ponytail sweeping to and fro.
“What’s your size?”
Tally’s ears colored. “Uh. Excuse me?”
“Your shoe size,” Alyzraena counted out some copper. “For skate hire.”
“Ah! Nonono why would you do that?”
Alyzraena sized them up, nodded briskly, and swept over to the counter. Tally floundered desperately, wondering whether to run towards her or bolt out the door in shame. As Alyzraena turned back towards them, they panicked and took a third option. Falling to their hands and knees, they scrambled out onto the ice.
“Tally! What are you doing?”
Tally kept scrambling. They weren’t wearing gloves and their fingers were turning to icicles. Their knees weren’t doing much better. They could hear Alyzraena behind them, muttering at their stupidity, and their blush deepened. What would she think of them now? Why were they doing this? They wanted her to respect them, but here they were scrambling across the ice like a child on a frozen pond.
They could hardly feel their fingers.
“Tally! You’re going to be the first drow to get shadowdamned frostbite indoors.”
They weren’t going to turn around now. To turn around was to admit defeat. To glance back meant glimpsing Alyzraena’s face and seeing that she, this graceful angel, had witnessed their impulsive and desperately embarrassing actions born of panic. It meant seeing her disgust at their behaviour. Tally could not allow that. It was unthinkable.
They couldn’t look back and know for certain what Alyzraena was thinking.
“Tally! You idiot.”
Her voice was close by now- sharp with irritation, but still with that same melodic tone Tally knew so well. She paused to rub her palms once more against her trousers. That was when Alyzraena swept past; turning easily in place, reaching down for Tally’s hands and lifting them to their feet before they even knew what was happening.
Tally’s teeth chattered as they leaned against her for support. “I’m fine.”
“You clearly are not. What’s wrong with you today?”
A moment passed. Another. Tally shivered, and Alyzraena hugged her close.
“Call me Yzzy,” she said, oh so softly. “Tally. I want you to call me Yzzy.”
Tally was full of so many emotions, they weren’t sure what to say or think. They felt tears leaking from their eyes, and so it was decided: they clung to Yzzy, and they cried.
“Okay,” Tally sobbed. “Yzzy. You are amazing. I mean it.”
“I know I am.”
She brushed a lock of hair away from their forehead, tilted their chin up to meet their gaze. “Tally. You’re amazing too. Don’t tell anyone I said that, but...I like you. I admire you. I really do.”
“I love you,” Tally blurted out.
Yzzy smiled. For the first time since Tally met her it was a smile of pure, genuine joy.
“Yeah. I love you too.”
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Post by Celestial on Jul 24, 2022 8:18:16 GMT -5
Somehow, despite my delay, I just managed to finish this! What a difference having a free weekend makes. So, for Moni , may I present...Khamet the pop singer!  He sings soulful songs about his disasterous relationships which, at first listen, seem profound and deep. Upon closer reading, they are nothing but word salad. They are also sung not from direct experience but as analogues of these real people, who fans have fun speculating about who those are (even though it's really obvious). His good looks also enhance his popularity. Also, he designed his logo himself. I also had a ton of fun with the lighting on this and dark lighting means less detail I have to mess around with and finally figured out layers such as multiply and glow, so thanks for that! This was fun to do. |
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Post by Liou on Jul 24, 2022 18:18:02 GMT -5
Storytime for Pixie !! It was a dark and stormy night........ because Holiday said so!! And she's in like, her gothic phase, or being a stormier sprite in an alternate universe, so you don't want to argue with that!  Voila voila I tried to make this cutie pie into more of a spooky pie. Your cast of characters gave me much choice, and Holiday happened to match my current inspiration \o/ And with this piece I have finally performed my migration to Krita, with mixed results x'D |
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Post by Pixie on Jul 25, 2022 0:30:44 GMT -5
I present for June Scarlet a fairy tale starring Saskori. This is a Neopian adaptation of the Norwegian tale, The Princess on the Glass Hill. Part 1
News traveled through the Haunted Woods that a prized garden in Neovia had everything that was planted there disappear after every full moon. After the family who kept the garden realized this predicament would not go away on its own, they hired a monster-tamer to watch the garden for the whole night, find the cause of the destruction, and put a stop to it. The first watcher, practiced and usually reliable, was driven off before midnight by horrible shaking of the earth that knocked them to the ground. The next moon, a great big Elephante monster-tamer was picked as the watcher, but the same frightful earthquake came and drove them off as well.
The news made it to Saskori, a monster-taming youth, who upon finding out about this offered to keep watch herself. The family seemed reluctant to hire someone so young and unfamiliar to them, but no other monster-tamers took up the call, so she took her place as the third watcher.
When the darker hours came, she sat on the wooden bench by the garden. She waited for the earthquake and for the beginnings of destruction to unfold. It was a pleasant enough place to sit on a chilly night. The garden had regained its bounty since the disappearances the full moon before.
When after a long spell the ground shuddered, she did not. She took cover under the bench, steeled herself and stayed low. She held tight to the wrought iron fence. It made sense that in the Haunted Woods the ground itself could be violent, so she paid it no mind. She sat between the flowers and waited out the tremors.
After a horrid jostling, it seemed to be quiet again. She took a deep breath and waited, looking around alertly for what might have caused it. A second round of tremors came, even more rocky than the first. She stayed beneath the bench and held the fence fast. These too wore themselves out. Then a third round of tremors came, even more rocky than the second.
When things were still and stayed still for what felt like an endless moment, she noticed a flying silhouette coming near. She moved a cautious hand to her dagger as the figure approached in drifting motions. It soon became clear that the being before her was no monster. By moonlight, she now saw a hovering Uni with distant eyes, draped in a gleaming brass cloak. While a Uni in flight was no oddity, there was not the slightest wingbeat sending him forward.
The Uni landed at the sides of the garden and took big bites out of a topiary. Saskori climbed out from under the bench, stood and locked eyes with him. The Uni paid no mind to her approach and devoured the topiary with unusual zest, then turned to the purple flowers below his hooves.
She clanged the metal implements of her monster-tamer pouch, and they rang out like a bell. At this noise, the Uni landed with a thud from the hover and spat out a blooming plant. He looked around in bewilderment with now-clear eyes, and spotted the Cybunny standing across from him in the cold night.
He blinked. “The last thing I remember was falling asleep in bed. Can you tell me where I am?”
She told him which garden he was in and then added “I can tell this isn’t your fault. Just get yourself home safely and I’ll cover for you.”
“Thank you for the help. I will return home to my brothers. Please take this cloak as thanks for breaking me from my trance.” He gave her the cloak and took off into a homeward flight with a flick of his tail.
She wore the cloak until her vigil was over, then folded it away in her satchel. To keep the Uni out of trouble she told the family that nothing came after the garden and that whatever was causing the issue must be gone. With the concern that the source of the destruction only left the garden alone because someone was standing guard and didn’t run off from the tremors, she was asked to keep watch again the next full moon, but to hide herself.
On that night, she dutifully kept post again. This time she had a feeling for what was to come and was prepared for the three tremors. She hid inside a large, heavy planter and passed the time wondering if whatever had entranced the Uni had been undone completely, leaving no more threat to the garden.
After three big shakes of the earth that put the first night in the garden to shame and threatened to knock her from her hiding place, there was again a moment of silence. Peering over the rim of the planter she saw again a dazed Uni floating with still wings over the wrought iron gate, this time with a spotted appearance. He landed beside some ripe fruit and immediately downed it.
While he did this, she stood up in the planter and fumbled for her tools. She rung them together and broke the spell.
He was startled, but with directions home and the promise that she would cover for him, he said “Thank you for the help. I will return home to my brothers. Please take this cloak as thanks for breaking me from my trance.”
She wrapped herself in the silver cloak as he flew back home, but hid it away when the watch was over and again claimed that nothing had come after the garden that night.
After two full months of the garden growing without mischief, they asked for her to keep guard for a final night. The garden had become familiar to her, and the pay was good, so she agreed. While the tremors got worse and worse, she had gotten better and better at weathering them.
There was a last Uni clad in a gold cloak levitating and approaching in a daze, neither plain nor spotted, but parti-colored. Waiting with tools at the ready, she broke the spell before he could take a single bite of anything. Like the two whom she freed prior, before he flew home he said, “Thank you for the help. I will return home to my brothers. Please take this cloak as thanks for breaking me from my trance.”
The gold cloak kept her warm as she finished the last vigil. She hid the cloak come morning and reported again an uneventful watch. The family was very satisfied that she had protected their garden. She was not called back for a fourth moon, but with the three Uni brothers freed from their curse, the garden remained undisturbed.
Part 2
In another quiet corner of The Haunted Woods, A Water Korbat witch was meditating beside a pond. She wished not to be bothered by anyone who she saw incapable of understanding her craft. She rose and walked the edge of the pond with her yew wand in hand to a measured rhythm. She left etched glyphs in the ground and faint puddles with every step. After thrice circling across the ring of markings, she returned her watery form to the side of the lake and sat. Beneath her, a mountain of shimmering glass formed from the ground.
Secure on the glass mound, she set up a test. She eschewed the traditional golden apples for their surprising abundance and hostility to Kyriis, and set instead three gilt scrolls tied in black ribbon into a floating basket on the pond beside her. She conjured a sign at the base of the glass mound that she would take whoever could claim all three as a worthy apprentice.
With the sign as the start, the message spread. A few scheming sorts had tried to fly over to her perch instead of climbing, but found themselves pulled from the sky the second they crossed the threshold of the spell circle. Many tried to climb up assisted by their own magic, but found it refused to work once they approached the mountain. Denied their powers, they could not ascend otherwise. The rest tried to climb up by sheer strength, without even a cantrip to help, and found the glass mound was very, very slippery and near impossible to scale. The witch was satisfied that only someone fiendishly clever and determined would be able to make it up.
As the first day of the test was turning into night, a mage in a brass-colored cloak approached the base of the hill. The witch watched as she made it up a third of the way, only to stop suddenly and slide back down. Intrigued, the witch tossed to her a scroll to encourage her, but the stranger in the brass cloak stole away before she could even exchange a word.
The next day, no other prospective students had any luck making it up the hill. This was until night began to fall once more, and a silver-clad mage approached. Floating with grace, she seemed like she should make it all the way to the top, but stopped and slid a third from the top. This was farther than anyone had gone-- even farther than the brass-clad mage from the night before. Impressed by her mettle, the witch handed off the second scroll. The silver-clad mage was gone before she could blink.
On the final day of the challenge, the witch was finding it harder to meditate. She had only been pulled from her works twice, and in both cases the mages had run off. While caught up in her troubles, she almost missed it as a gold-clad mage appeared in front of her and took the last scroll from the floating basket. It seemed she would finally hold a conversation with a prospective student, before she could utter a word, the last mage jumped off the top of the glass hill from the same spot she ascended. The witch sighed.
In the coming week she held a town hall where everyone in Neovia was summoned. After an increasingly raucous discussion, they determined none among them had ascended the glass hill. It was an outsider who had accomplished such a feat. One participant who had tried and failed to get up the hill had seen a long gray ear with a hoop through it swing out from the hood of the golden cloak. The description jogged the memory of a Quiggle who had a Cybunny of that appearance rid his theater of ghosts.
With this lead, the witch decided to pay a house call. This task was complicated by the living nature of the house, an ancient tree who bellowed “who goes there?” upon approach. The tree demanded to hear something unknown to it as a test of worthiness. While the knowledge she carried with her contained many secrets that would be new to the tree, she chose something that would intrigue the mage living within it as well.
The witch revealed that the magic that had enchanted the metallic cloaks was her own. From the treehouse above, she heard her exclamation of “So that is what set them apart that they worked inside the ward. Let her up. I have a lot of questions!”
The twisted branches of the tree carried her through the hatch into Saskori’s home. Resting beside a pile of cloaks and blankets, the two finally had a chance to talk. The witch had answers for Saskori’s many questions, above all those concerning what happened in the garden on those full moons.
Saskori learned that the witch had cursed the three Uni brothers by leaving gifts of gleaming cloaks at their doorsteps. They stole from her own meager garden, so she hexed them so that they might be discovered and their greed would be known. She had not intended that the potent magic that had carried out the curse brought tremors that drove away those that would catch them. Thanks to the spell and its breaking, each thief woke up dazed in a strange garden and needed to fly home alone.
The witch accepted that Saskori was a monster-tamer above all, but that even if she wasn’t ready to take up her broomstick, she would be happy to teach her spells that might help her with her chosen path. From then on, Saskori was free to learn all the magic she pleased. |
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Post by Liou on Jul 25, 2022 7:39:03 GMT -5
ThornThank you so much, you have got them very right and took good care of them and I am very happy! 8D This is a very fitting stage of backstory to On Ice-ify. The character/prompt combination also makes me imagine an alternate universe where drow duels are solved through figure skating competitions. The succession of internal narration and action actually reminds me of the pacing of the anime itself, and Tally's anxiety and the way it limits the point of view gives me a very Yuuri-like vibe. Also shippy cute AaaaAaaH~ <3
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Post by downrightdude on Jul 25, 2022 18:01:59 GMT -5
I've finally finished the second half of my award-winning exchange!! Of course both pieces are dedicated to the kind and kira yaba Twillie ! For this exchange, I've decided to step out of my comfort zone and create an inspirational piece of art for my beloved Twillie! After coming up with an extraordinary vision, I opened up Le Paint Ooh La La and started getting down to business.The work was tough and grueling at first; several workers quit and were forced back into the diamond mines. But I continued my quest, knowing that Twillie had amazing artistic abilities, so I continued in the name of friendship and Snaw. Unfortunately my handy-dandy procrastination powers began kicking in, and soon I was fearing that time was running out.But in the end, my determination and beauty was able to finish in time! It was a very happy ending for my first ever art piece! Then, after I robbed Moni's house, inspiration struck; for the beloved Twillie, an additional surprise was needed to add the extra pop to my masterpiece. And at last, I can finally put everything together to create the best art and story combo to honor Twlllie! *** The first part: my original masterpiece: *** Now for the second part: an original kira yaba story starring our very own Twillie!!
The ocean waves are so beautiful.
Twillie sat on her beach towel, gazing at the sapphire-blue waters. It was a sunny, slightly-humid day---the kind of days ehre the blue sky seemed to stretch on far and wide, with only a few wisps of clouds. The sun was a white ball of light, and the yellow-white sand was glistening as if golden.
The beach was quiet. Twillie was the only one there; which was a surprise, since it wasn't a private beach. She’d journeyed to Krawk Island, hoping to seek new inspiration for a new article. Unfortunately her trip wasn't as eventful as she’d hoped. In the past two days, the only exciting things Twillie did was explore the hotel she was staying at, explored the beach for a few minutes before a rainstorm came along out of nowhere, and tried using a payphone--a strange, newfangled invention in which one deposited five neopoints into a device to contact other Neopians. Zathandria was nice enough to pick up, and to insist that the house was doing fine without Twillie.
“Try to relax. Go to the beach and, I don’t know, stare at the ocean for a few hours,” Zathandria suggested.
That was exactly what Twillie was trying to do; relax while watching the ocean waves move closer to shore before they dissolved into white foam. “I wish I could have met at least one pirate while I was here,” Twillie remarked aloud.
A sudden flash of pink caught her eye. Pencil conveniently gripped in hand, Twillie opened the conveniently-opened notepad on her lap and turned to the left. She inched closer to a small pink thing digging furiously in the sand. Then the creature---an adorable Warf--looked up and barked at Twillie.
“Aww, you are the cutest lil’ thing!” Twillie scratched the Warf’s ears. “Maybe I should write an article about you. I can already imagine the headline: Adorable Warf Digs in Sand.”
“Petunia!” An island Usul hurried over to the Warf. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!”
The Usul was wearing a multi-coloured lei over her green neck fur. She had a unique island flower in her hair: it was a light shade of lilac with dark pink bordering the petals. “Let’s go back to the hotel, Petunia,”
said the Usul, picking up the squirming Warf.
Twillie peered into the hole Petunia was digging. “Hey, there’s something in there,” she said, eyeing a gold chain sticking out of the sand.
The Usul let go of Petunia and bent down. She gently tugged at the chain, revealing a gold pocket watch. “Why, what an interesting discovery,” she remarked. “It looks pretty old. Possibly from Year 2 or 4, judging from the intricate carvings on the rim.” .She showed Twillie the swirling designs etched around the watch’s circumference.
“Fascinating.” Twillie scribbled into her notebook. “Finally, something interesting has happened! Perhaps this watch belonged to a pirate.”
“A wealthy ship captain would have owned such an interesting antique,” remarked the Usul. She attached a leash to Petunia’s collar. “We should check out the local antiques shop and get an appraisal for the watch.”
Twillie nodded. “Definitely.” She held out her hand. “My name’s Twillie, by the way.”
The Usul eagerly squeezed Twillie’s hand. “Lea.”
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Twillie thought George's Antiques Shop was a darling little store. The white building was as glossy as the Governor’s Mansion. Mannequins decked out in old-fashioned clothes were displayed in the front windows. The shop was filled with an eye=-blogging amount of clothing, trunks, suitcases, vases, paintings, and a plethora of other antiques. The glass cases and wooden shelves were filled with a variety of interesting things.
While Lea eyed a wooden coat rack and Petunia was sniffing a trunk filled with top hats, Twillie admired a case filled with different pocket watches. I should write an article about his place before I leave. The history of this place must be amazing!
“How may I help you, ma’am?” A green Krawk with graying hair looked down at her. His name tag said ‘George Wentworthington VIII.”
“Oh, uh, hi sir,” Twillie stammered. “My friend and I found an old pocket watch on the beach, and we were hoping you could, um, appraise it?”
Lea approached and held out the watch. “What do you think, George?”
George adjusted his spectacle. “Fascinating,” he murmured. “It appears like this watch was made in Year 2, possibly by a master watchman. It’s in solid condition as well; the minute and hour hands are still moving.”
“Do you think a sea captain could have owned such a priceless relic?” asked Twillie.
“It’s possible. Or it could have belonged to a local merchant,” said George thoughtfully. He handed the watch back to Lea. “Take care of it. It could sell for over one million neopoints!”
Outside, Lea squealed and hugged Petunia. “We’re rich! Now we can finally afford our trip to Faerieland!”
“Rich and Powerful! Never afraid of shoes!” Snaw wheeled by on a unicycle. “Banana! Turkey! Shampoo! Banana!”
Lea removed her lei and placed it over Twillie’s neck. “Thanks for your help, Twillie!” Petunia set a pink flower in front of Twillie.
“Aww, thank you! I love flowers.” Twillie placed the flower in her hair. The fragrance of the lei filled her nose with a deliciously sweet scent. She picked up Petunia and snuggled the little Warf. “So Lea, what are you going to do with the watch?”
“I was thinking of showing it to my history professor at Krawk Island University,” said Lea. “Then, perhaps I can sell it to an antiques dealer or a museum curator.” She scratched wtinua’s head. “Petunia and I can find a Neohome of our own! One with a spacious backyard with lots of grass.”
Twillie thought about the article she was supposed to be working on. “Our little adventure has sparked a new article idea within me. Something about antiquities on Krawk Island.”
“You should talk to George,” Lea suggested. “He knows a lot of Krawk Island history.”
“I shall!” Hugging the squirming Petunia, Twillie looked out at the roaring ocean waves. It took one moment--and an adorable Warf--to give her the push she needed to find a new topic to explore. Even though she couldn’t find any pirates to interview, the thought of researching the history of Krawk Island seemed just as fascinating.
Twillie touched her lei. I’ll never forget my time here, she thought, watching Petunia paw playfully at Lea. My new friends have made this place extra special for me. Next time, I’ll bring Zathandria. Who knows; maybe we’ll find buried treasure!
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Post by Pixie on Jul 26, 2022 18:50:45 GMT -5
Storytime for Pixie !! It was a dark and stormy night........ because Holiday said so!! And she's in like, her gothic phase, or being a stormier sprite in an alternate universe, so you don't want to argue with that! Voila voila I tried to make this cutie pie into more of a spooky pie. Your cast of characters gave me much choice, and Holiday happened to match my current inspiration \o/ And with this piece I have finally performed my migration to Krita, with mixed results x'D It's hard to react with words instead of just loud happy noises, because, whoa, this came out breathtaking! The lighting, the composition, the varied textures, the detailing on the tunic! The stream of magic, rippling hair, and shining eyes look so lively! That's some complex posing (with even the hands) and you were able to make floating menacingly look just so dynamic. I love the super clean forms and maximum gothic details, like the cut outs and batwing forms on the sleeve, the draping chain on the necklace, and the glossy thigh high boots. She looks flowy and sharp at the same time! Basically, I love it, and you really captured the spirit of my prompts (pun intended!) |
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Post by Moni on Jul 26, 2022 18:52:23 GMT -5
comments are usual, gonna keep it shorter this time June Scarlet: i like the vibe on the flamingo one, and i think leaving the sketchlines and canvas-like background intact was a good choice. they lend a messiness to the piece that i think works well with a low mood. and on the plushie--it really fits well with your art style! the simplicity of the stitches especially i like. as for the shadow: drop shadow is a good hack, but for more realistic shadow i would pretend to project the shape onto a 2d surface, depending on where the light is coming from. right now the shadow seems to suggest the plushie is lit at an angle somewhere from above and away from the viewer. i think the only thing that suffered from your method is the shadows cast by the wings. Lizica: the combination of the pencil-like outlines and the smooth shading give this piece a really calming vibe i think--it's interesting that the stage light isn't *too* stark here (there aren't a lot of dark shadows for instance) and i think with cute pokemon and such, it really fits! i also like the very slight "looking from lightly above" perspective you've got going on there! no wonder celes loved this. Twillie: i mean it's really good as usual! i love love love the way you draw plants; i usually have a ton of problems with flora and tree branches for instance, but you always do them beautifully. the really interesting choice in this composition is the extension of the line to suggest a sort of portal from another, wilder world. it's even more shaded/than the one hexaline is walking, in addition to suggesting another "page" from the storybook, almost like it's a cut-out. i really like this choice, and i mean ofc the piece in general! Thorn: i've never watched yuri on ice, but i love how anime this piece is (i think liou has already mentioned the pacing of it so i will not), and how faithfully it stays to tally's character even though the setting is decidedly very modern. i think my favorite part of the piece is the realization that the beginning few paragraphs are somewhat unreliable (at least, they are unreliable on the topic of expectations) once the reader sees how much of an anxious bean bag tally tends to be. it's also just really sweet to see them and yzzy interacting in character in such a way, and i do like yzzy's sterner attitude here indicating she's in a slightly different phase of life than when we see her in-game. Celestial: khamet as a pop singer singing about his exes is a hilarious idea; i love it! the adoption of khamet's color scheme into a very modern outfit is really clever; it honestly looked like a modern light suit at first glance. The stage having his name is a very nice bit of humor and the audience silhouettes are a nice touch. good job with the lighting: it's very stark but i think you pulled off the various "shapes" of light very well! Liou: spooky holiday!!! i love this take on the character! she's normally so upbeat and cheery that having the swirling clouds behind her and her manipulating the weather like this is a such touch. on the technical end of things i like how you rendered the "colored light" from the lightning bolt; the bits of blue really add a nice break from holiday's normally very analogous from blending when things get too dark Pixie: an excellent adaptation of the fairy tale for neopia!! i liked the set up for the mystery of the three uni brothers and the witch's challenge, and how everything tied together nicely in the end. i especially like how you characterized saskori, as being compassionate but also clever and taking precautions worthy of a monster hunter (the way she deals with earthquakes and also her home security.) it's a very nice tale and the narration is also fitting; it's very matter-of-fact like a storybook without being dry, which i appreciate! downrightdude: you have a pretty good eye for color i think! you've definitely chosen ones that work well together, and honestly you have twillie's style of character-drawing down really well--even to the positioning of the eyebrows and the shapes of the facial features! as for the story, i think you got comic!twillie down pat, from her anxious personality, to the relatable-ness of having her not do much the first few days of her vacation, to her neopian-times-reporter desire to know more! also very nice to have the story set in somewhere warm as opposed to terror mountain |
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Post by downrightdude on Jul 26, 2022 23:53:34 GMT -5
Thanks Moni!  Don't forget to mention how amazingly kira yaba your Collab piece was! You truly captured the Snaw's outrageous sense of fashion and mystique! You also perfectly encapsulated my style and grace! |
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