#nighte-goggles

Latest commission I did is for amazing @nighte-goggles 

you are gonna crash so hard

“In my family, there was an informal tradition that males were Farstriders, and females became magic users of some sort. It was also extended to who they married. I say informal because certain allowances were made. In the case of my father, he was allowed to marry another Farstider because she had some talent with the Arcane, so it was enough.

While I am the eldest child, my brother was to become the Farstrider, and I would continue on with my diplomatic and linguist studies. I had no special magical abilities, so my passions were considered. 

Unfortunately, my brother had other ambitions, and while I was allowed to continue my studies, I was then tapped to become the next in line. I knew what this entailed and knew that my childhood was effectively over.

I resented him more than I thought was possible. My anger got the better of me which caused me to yell and rage at him. How could he be so selfish? How could he let our familial traditions go by the way side? How could he do this to me? 

Really, I was the selfish one. We both knew it.”

Centori let out a long sigh. “I wish my parents had interceded because he left without us saying another word to each other. Unfortunately because of the purge on Dalaran, we were never able to reconcile. 

@nighte-goggles asked for a pink Mimikyu drawing for Valentine’s Day, but I decided to do better than that. Then I got too excited to wait to show her and decided to post it today instead as soon as I got done. orz

Anywho, here’s the lovely Nighte with her best pal Mimikyu in both original colors and in a pinker hue~

Marhus quirked a brow at the woman attempting to tuck away one of his contraceptive potions he had just finished creating not even an hour before, “Certainly not if you plan on paying for it.”

“Ever the partier, Idris bounced through time so that her fun never ended. Sun up was not the beginning of a new day, but a sign that she must portal through to the next fancy gathering, to drink deeply of the flowing wine and bubbling champagne and dance with whoever caught her eye. Without a care, balls and dances and birthdays and celebrations all lasted for centuries thanks to her powers. All of it to keep away from the looming darkness should she ever stand still for but a moment. She was a flame forever running from the fear of being snuffed out. And we all wished her to burn as brightly as she could, for as long as she could in the times we got to be with her. A goddess made mortal, that wondrous rapscallion." -Lord Ignaeus Trollbane, from his personal diary after encountering the time-walking elf during the Troll Wars