Scarlet Carrot

have to be honest i’m not going to finish this little “project” so

pages for the best fanfic i’ve ever read

Hello everyone, I want to say a few words about Hogwarts Legacy. The game is very captivating, at the very least. The design of the locations and characters is incredibly beautiful. It was interesting to listen to practically all of the dialogues.

As for the cons for me, it’s the lack of interaction with NPCs and the shortage of romantic relationships, which usually play a big role in teenage school life.

Their very first kiss

the dates fly by

for once, I try to catch you

some xiaoven thing i’m never gonna finish

[ avitus is lonely. no, he is not alone; he has made friends. a few. maybe. at least one friend. it doesn’t matter. he looks down to the ground to the stars but the shape he looks for is a void where no light glitters. he must not look back. he must carry on, up up up, to the stars, he thinks, he hopes. there is nothing he has left behind that is worth keeping. and if at the end of this starlight no one’s got his back, he thinks he can live with that. ]

[ so, avitus is lonely. ]

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[ jaal, what did you really see in meridian? ]

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i had a strange dream about a broken mirror, but not the usual dream about broken mirrors. this was a mirror i carried all the way across the world from one not-home to another. it was the mirror i look in to reassure myself that i am still myself - that i am still worthwhile. i had not realised, for months, that i had brought this mirror with me, but when i needed it most, there it was: materialised like magic above my bed. only this mirror was chipping, but not quite chipping. it was shedding shards of itself much like a snake would shed their old skin. and though i could still see myself well in it, i did not. i would not look; i was preoccupied with trying to put this mirror back together, with pushing the falling shards back into its surface with clumsy fingers. in the end, the whole glass surface of it fell apart. there were no shards on me, nor on the bed. i could just see my bookcase and the wall and the rest of the room, framed by the cast iron remains of what was once my mirror. i did not feel like i had broken something. i woke up baffled. but instead of feeling like something was lost, i felt like i was holding something that i’d found. i just don’t know what it is, yet.

so, i made a mini comic about mirrors while i ponder on it. this is meant to be a mirror (ha, see what i did there) to the infamously heartbreaking “they… are us” moment in the kett exaltation facility, and it’s based on some of my headcanons about the jardaan. i cannot link but if you search jardaan on my blog you will find the post.

I’ve been documenting some of my work on Verse: Book 2, especially around a new location that felt daunting at first but has ended up being really fun. I wanted to write a short post to basically be like, “Hey! Backgrounds and perspective aren’t as scary as you think; it just takes some planning!” 

Woah, also, this is uniquely my process for comics and trying to wrap my head around a scene I need to draw 100 times haha.

Welcome to the Unknown, boys.