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Incidentally, the other day I posted the first chapter of the Morphic rewrite on Thousand Roads! I don't know how long it will be before I'm ready to post more chapters (the following chapters are the most in flux, and there's a fair amount of planning and ironing out that needs to happen, so I may not end up posting more until I have several chapters or even the whole rest of it written), but if you'd like a peek at what the new version is doing, you can now read it there.
The art is old, but here's the refs for the main characters in this blog! I am sure nobody remembers them anymore xD
My old blog was active at the time, but that was years ago
The first one is Adamai, a Morphic fey who is both smart and dumb at the same time. A chaotic dumbass, but brilliant with magic. Also mindfucked from Eldritch forces. He can acquire creature forms by touching the creature in question, but can not become energy creatures.
The grey one with white hair is Arzhel, a Kivuuli who is basically batshit insane... in a fun way. But what do you expect from one who fucks with eldritch forces so much? He's chaotic, full of energy, has no filter, and is, like the others, a chaotic dumbass.
The black and purple one is Katira, daughter of Adamai. She is a Reshviik, an amphibious race. Adamai took Reshviik form and sired her and a couple siblings, and she was the one who decided to come find her father and join him in all his shenanigans. She's spunky, quick witted, smart, and a bit of a goofball. She's resistant to the effects of Eldritch forces, but it's still caused a FEW things in her mind!
And finally, there's Koltho, a Dhaebru. Fairly young, as far as his kind go, fresh into adulthood. He's the most sane of the bunch, a skittish and nervous thing, but also rather sweet. He and Katira have a thing with eachother, both being around the same age (Young adult newly matured) She finds him adorable and despite her chaotic nature, he finds her endearing. Not that he really understands these feelings he has for her... He's rather new to all this.
I'll be redoing their refs, probably after Artfight.
But this is what I got for now!
âItâs stupid.â / âItâs brave!â
â...It was stupid.â / âIt was brave.â
Happy birthday, @antialiasis! Since you drew me FC musical art for my birthday, it seems only fair that I should respond in kind with Morphic musical art! Featuring my favourite reprised lines, love these tragic dorks.
Results from the sketch suggestions earlier this week during the 2020 Canadian Thanksgiving stream, with four requests fulfilled. Posted these on Twitter and Insta already, liked how they turned out.
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Authorâs Note: this is just a little thing i threw together after reading @antialiasisâ Morphic because the sad ending left me wondering about the future. i originally had plans for it to go further, but iâm not really interested in making this a long-term project, at least for the time being, haha. anyway, i hope you enjoy it!
Calm down now. Be cool.
Katherine took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked damn good. She didnât think such things very often, but right now, she had no shame in admitting it. She was a little off base in some places, sureâ her eyes were rather squinty, for example, and her nose was much too small and highâ but you didnât have to be perfect to look your best, and she certainly did.
Oh, there was also the trio of green horns sticking out of her head, and the fact that her hands were in fact giant roses. But those were minor details, really, hardly worthy of address. At least, thatâs what she had to tell herself if she had any hope of making her case.
âMs. Harrison, five minutes.â
Katherine nodded. âIâm just about ready,â she replied, glaring at her hair in the mirror. She wished she could do something with it. Its utter plainness was all the more obvious when contrasted with her rather fetching pantsuit. Oh, and donât even get her fucking started on the pantsuit. No one would ever appreciate it for what it was, that being nothing short of a miracle. Just try putting on a tight shirt when your hands are roses and your head is covered in thorns.
Christ, what was she doing? Ruminating on her clothes? In less than five minutes, she would leave her house and step into a car, which would bring her all the way to the town courthouse. How long had it been since sheâd been to town? In a car? Outside of her neigborhood, even?
âAgh, fuck.â His head pounded as he rolled to the side, his eyes scrambling desperately into focus before resting on the alarm clock on his nightstand. 12:17. âShit.â
Didnât he have something today? The, uh⊠The thing. Fuck. What the fuck was it?
Dave flopped onto his back again and was just about to shut his eyes and fall back into the sweet embrace of sleep when he saw something taped to the ceiling. What the fuck? He squinted at it, rubbing his forehead as though it would actually do something for the pain.
It was an index card, and he could just make out the text. It read: âCourt case. Katherine. 11:30, donât forget.â
Ah, fuck. Well, he hadnât forgotten, at least. Heâd overslept, which was at the very least outside of his control⊠Though, if the taint of beer on his breath was to be trusted, it probably _was _in his control after all. But whatever. Heâd probably have slept in until noon anyway. Right?
Groaning, he sat up and fumbled for the remote on his nightstand, nearly knocking over his alarm clock and table lamp in the process. When at last he found it, he switched on the television and turned it to channel one.
There she was, in all her morphic glory. Dave had never seen her so dressed upâ she wore it wonderfully, though he found the buttons that ran along the back seam of the sleeves amusing. So thatâs how sheâd fit it on despite her handsâŠ
Dave shook his head. Fuck. It was too early in the morning for this shit, and he had very important things to do today. He always did. Such as reflecting on what little heâd seen as he made his way to the kitchen.
Katherine couldnât fuck this up. She just couldnât. To her credit, she had a sound argument when she wasnât botching her attempts at injecting political buzzwords. If the judge had any reason at all, heâd see her point and rule in her favor. But in truth, Dave had come to distrust the public sector a long time ago.
Heâd come to distrust a lot of things, actually. Sometimes he wondered whether his drinking habits should be one of them. Even still, he produced a fresh beer from the refrigerator and cracked it open, taking a good sip. Christ, why the fuck was alcohol in the morning looked down on? There was nothing in the world like a cool splash of beer on a dry, scratchy morning throat. Absolute fucking ecstasy.
Dave took the can to his recliner and fell into it, leaning forward and taking healthy sips as he stared off into the distance, into his regrets, surrounded by a rather impressive castle of beer cans and the persistent drone of the courtcase on the television in front of him. His throne. It was another day in the life of the once-great David Ambrose.
If he had been watching the television, of course, he might have seen something very important. Game-changing, even. But, of course, it was absolutely nothing like Dave to see important things until it was entirely too late. Who did he have to blame but himself?
Literally everyone, obviously.
Sighing, he turned his gaze to the portraits that sat on his shelf. He wasnât the sentimental type, but, well⊠He wasnât the sentimental type. Having a bunch of your kids die tended to change some things about you.
He regarded the images somberly.
Will was such a sweet kid. Heâs the last one youâd expect to get shot. But that also made him the likeliest. Thatâs what happened to sweet kids. It happened to Brian, too. When youâre in peril and you canât stand up for yourself, you get a bullet in the fucking head. No golden charm was going to deflect that. Dave sniffed a little, and took a long drink of his beer.
Mia. Christ. What a character. And yet, Dave found himself thinking that her loss was perhaps one of the most profound ones the world would ever know. He knew he was wrong for allowing himself to choose favorites and value one life over another, but⊠Mia was something else. She was unstable. She was terrifying. She was a psychopath. But there was something beautiful about that. She was all of those things because she was supposed to be. They had always been here. They were not defects. They were woven into her DNA as solidly as the colour of her hair or the shape of her face. It was who she was. And now it was all gone.
Nothing personal, of course. Purely scientific. She was a marvel, biologically. Well, they all were, to be fair. But she was something else. Sometimes it seemed like she was more Scyther than anything. There was real scientific potential there. He shouldâve tested her more. Shouldâve prodded her. Picked her mind apart and figured out what she really was on the inside.
Well, there was nothing on the inside now, and there was no sense moping over it. Dave finished his beer, then crushed the can in his hand and threw it backward haphazardly. It fell amid a pile of similarly crushed cans, at least three dozen in number.
âThe plaintiff raises valid points, of course,â he continued snidely. Grr. âPoints worth considering. However, it seems to me, with all due respect, like sheâs gracefully failing to address the Mamoswine in the room, as it were.â
The judge raised an eyebrow. âThat being?â
âMia Kerrigan, your honor.â
The audience burst into quiet but energetic chatter.
Mia. Of course.
âOrder!â the judge cried. âContinue, Mr. Daniels.â
Danielsâ grin had faded. She was right, and he knew it. Or he knew she was technically right, at least. If he was anything like his cousins, Katherine knew he was fare more malicious than he was letting on. But you simply couldnât in court. Katherine almost wished he would. Then everyone could see what a sham he was once and for all, and the support of the judge would be hers for certain.
Katherine fell into her seat, lightheaded. And for the first time in a decade, free.
âJesus fucking Christ, what the fuck?â Dave sounded more angry than excited, as he often did. But in truth, his heart was leaping in exuberance. âShe did it. She really fucking did it. Holy shit.â Still muttering to himself, he looked around for his daughter before remembering they no longer lived together. Fuck, how long had it been? Three years? And he still expected her to be around. Christ.
He grabbed for his phone and began punching in Jeanâs number before anxiously holding it to his ear, leaning forward in his chair with anticipation.
âHello? Dad?â
âJean,â Dave said, more of an energetic breath than a true utterance. âYou⊠Youâre⊠Fuck.â
âSo you heard?â
âYes, of course i fucking heard. Wait, are we talking about the same thing? Did you watch the fuckingââ
âYes, of course i watched it. We all watched it.â
âSo you know thatââ
âYes, Dad. I know. Iâm in town right now, actually. God, i forgot how awesome it is here! And did you know you can pay for things with your phone now? You donât even need credit cards! I mean, people are staring at me weird still, especially now that iâm yelling into a phone, and they probably donât know that iâm allowed to be here yet so itâs all really weird, but still! Wow! Itâs so great to be back out here, i canât even hardly believe it! And i know i canât really be Sarah Hooter anymore, and that sucks but iâm over it so whatever, but maybe i can be an actress in something else now? And i think Katherine should be a lawyer forever now, she was so super good. And Gabriel could toootally go into construction or mining or something, i mean he totally jives with rocks and stuff, and Jack⊠Well, i donât know! But we can all have jobs now, thatâs the point, and we can finally be with people, and even if they look at us weird thatâs fine because weâre free, andââ
She continued for a good little while, but Dave stopped listening to the words. That wasnât the important part. Instead he clung to her voice. The energy, the enthusiasm. It had been gone for years now. Ever since sheâd evolved, there had been something off about her. This was it. The cheer. And here it was back.
His daughter was happy again.
Dave revelled in it as she spoke. And when she finally finished, drawing for air to replace all of it sheâd just displaced while talking, Dave found himself at a loss for words. For once.
It was a good thing Jean couldnât hear him cry through the phone.