#97poets

some more portraits i did; one of @laughingpinecone's 97 Poets of Revachol LARP character, A. Buttle; a skill portrait I did for a set that I wrote with a few other folk; and one of seajinki's Eyes/Dom interpretation, Domingo Panganiban :)

Family ties for our little Revachol LARP fanworks exchange... a young storyteller learning the ropes back in the snows of Katla, and mother and daughter embracing before the final battle, fearing, or knowing, that it would be the last time...

Feeling nostalgic for my fail communist who sucks, my sewers sugar grandma, the ever-reliable A. Buttle who forgot her name and all in all we're not too sure about the surname either, the star-and-antlers diehard from Revakhol with a hard K, more identity issues than scarves, erasing herself into a ghost to win a wrong battle for a wrong cause... girl we failed Elysium so hard and I wouldn't have had it any other way ⭐🦌

Still emotional about my Lian's journey at 97poets last year - stranded in the pale with her family as they were being smuggled to safety in a cargo full of apricots, she came out of it a dyed-in-the-wool proto-Miroan who wants to 'peel away the world to find the raw Truth beneath'. And so as much as she did love her family (which was so much, always, even when she did not understand them), her path took her further and further away, yearning for that eventual convergence, close, so close now, when all of history's painful contradictions will be negated at last. And that strange person with the "THE END IS NEAR" sign understood and counseled her, always, always... it's only fair that once Lian's body fell to the ground, riddled with Coalition bullets, her spirit picked up the sign and went on to tell to anyone who'd listen: the whole world is a zone of imminent entroponetic disaster...