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I'm in Alagadda like
На лекции внезапно нарисовалась Белый Лорд :D
Она дама, конечно, сдержанная и спокойная, но неуважения к себе не потерпит, так что без проблем можно схлопотать проблем 🙃
It was an individual with strange beauty, who adorned a black silk robe, standing tall and pound...
...Every day, the Ambassador walked among the great fields or on the fine streets, spreading good words of the King. Their voice charming, their manners perfect, and their smile wonderful.
Меня внезапно переклинило, и я зашипперила Красного и Жёлтого Лордов .-. Так что вот вам наброски на скорую руку
Яя представляю Красного Лорда как этакого прожигателя жизни, обожающего кутежи и всякое такое. А Жёлтый, мне кажется, любит уединённость, он, конечно, собранный и жёсткий, но всё-таки довольно вспыльчивый. И единственный, на кого эта вспыльчивость особо не распространяется - это Красный Лорд. Оо, Жёлтый просто не может всерьёз злиться на него, хотя тот и привносит в его жизнь хаос.
Красный Лорд очень тактилен, ему необходимо касаться и обнимать, а Жёлтый сдержанн и несколько холоден. Но, тем не менее, он позволяет носителю маски Веселья вторгаться в своё пространство, а тот, в свою очередь, не позволяет себе ничего лишнего.
Их связь длится ещё с юношества, поэтому они знают друг о друге всё, и каждый уважает желания и особенности характера другого. Хотя иногда в их отношения прокрадывается некоторое соперничество или эмоции выходят из под контроля, и тогда действия одного могут раздражать/заставить негодовать другого.
Да, кстати, мне очень нравится мысль, что у них есть одинаковые татуировки.
Балуюсь 🙃
Слева в верхнем углу вы можете лицезреть вариант полноценного арта, который сейчас в процессе создания)
The first chappter is finaly here The Crows Laugh as Crowns Fall i am open to correction and criticism
So, i have a wattpad @CrowDoctorThe3rd and the first chapter to my new story The Crows Laugh as Crowns Fall will be coming out very soon,
''Black lord of Alagadda you are here bye banished, if you ever return to Alagadda you will suffer a fate worse than death!'' The Ambassador glared at him poison practically dripping from his words of distain. The once beloved Jester to the King kept his look of defiance, ''You'll regret the day you banished me.'' The guards started to drag him away his ivory heels creating a shrill groan against the polished marble, ''Ill be back, stronger and better, ill show you what true hell feels like! Mark my words you pompous prick! Ill be back stronger than ever!" What happens when SCP-035 is offered revenge on a silver platter? When SCP-049 agreed to a deal against his better judgment? Where revenge, love, hate, and dreams come true, Alagadda.
So, i have a wattpad @CrowDoctorThe3rd and the first chapter to my new story The Crows Laugh as Crowns Fall will be coming out very soon,
''Black lord of Alagadda you are here bye banished, if you ever return to Alagadda you will suffer a fate worse than death!'' The Ambassador glared at him poison practically dripping from his words of distain. The once beloved Jester to the King kept his look of defiance, ''You'll regret the day you banished me.'' The guards started to drag him away his ivory heels creating a shrill groan against the polished marble, ''Ill be back, stronger and better, ill show you what true hell feels like! Mark my words you pompous prick! Ill be back stronger than ever!" What happens when SCP-035 is offered revenge on a silver platter? When SCP-049 agreed to a deal against his better judgment? Where revenge, love, hate, and dreams come true, Alagadda.
oi hello I promise I will draw more maybe ТоТ A little sketch
silly one lost his book
Time for a batch of Alagadda Ocs! Each is one of many assistants to their respective lord. Thanks to @0-riya for letting me borrow some headcanons.
Agape - Chosen for his excess in blood, his unbalanced humors have caused him to grow rose-like thorns and extra mouths with which to consume and spread mirth.
Mina - Chosen for her excess in black bile, her unbalanced humors have caused her to open many more eyes to cry anguish. She was there when her lord was sentenced to exile and now works under the White Lord.
Eva - Chosen for her excess in yellow bile, her unbalanced humors have caused wings to sprout and her teeth and fingers to sharpen into violent tools.
Douglas - Chosen for his excess in phlegm, his unbalanced humors have granted him extra arms to work tirelessly with. He leads the other three with patience and purpose.
can I hug doc
In my universe, Doc is completely dangerous, not just with his hands. His skin is fatal to humans, and due to the fact that the doctor's clothes are attached to his body, only... Well, you can say, immortal beings can touch him. Even in Alagadda many people were wary of him
He was born with the features and... in general, you'll see..)
Help them, Doctor
Help me, Doctor
Corrosion burned my face for 35 years...
I was born this way, I grew up this way, I'm used to this. I had terrible scars on my face from the corrosion, and I had permanent chemical burns on my arms. My parents believed that I was cursed and blessed at the same time. Why blessed? This liquid was sold for good money. Not only doctors, but also scientists were interested in it. The truth is more doctors actually. There weren’t many scientists at that time...
Was it painful for me? Not to say that it was. You can get used to it, and after some time you can live with it. But the feeling of shame for my face and for this liquid was present with me all these 25 years while I worked as a trader. I started working early, so I didn’t really had much of the childhood.
Now everything has changed. Now corrosion burns not through my body, but the bodies of others. They deserve it. Let humanity feel all the pain that I experienced
I wanted to write something new. It's been a bit boring lately, but there are a lot of ideas in my head.
I present to your attention what I have done.
I will not say that I will develop this universe, because if I say so, then I will abandon it again-
Some stuff and new design for Doc which I recently drew
Actually, you can ask him. I'm bored, and I think it's an interesting idea. I've written out his story, so ask any questions! He will try to answer everything!
Doin something for you guys, but I'm not going to show you that yet.
*throws a little doodle and runs away*
Ah yeah
I'm kinda tired of this day, but yeah
I'm alive, and dats good
Some Alagadda stuff, cuz, ya know, I like dat scp
I like the idea that he could wield a maniac in France, and force 049 to feel emotions when he wanted a snack
At 049, his maniac adventures stopped, because he found the one he was looking for
The quality was eaten as usual. I can't take pictures properly.
I also have a headcannon for the fact that 035 created 049, and it turned out to be so realistic, as well as without a mask, that the Lords were afraid of what might happen to the inhabitants of Alagadda after they saw 049, and exiled him to Earth, having previously erased his memory
I also like the idea of a porcelain body and four arms-
Its rlly useful, damn
From the writings of Lady Chandra of Alagadda, on the events leading up to the Second War of the Masks.
The children of the Dream are no longer mortal, although at first they remain creatures of flesh, they have always been and always will be. Mortal and immortal, human and inhuman, those we call Dreamers live in a fragile balance, always on the run, always on the go, always hunted down, yet infinitely free. The first Dreamer I met was (and I hope still is) the Honorable Nian Zhen, Chief Archivist of the Library, my friend, benefactor and Master. The name by which he is best known outside the city , however, is the less flattering name of Mad Dreamer. In the Lands of Kouranes, and among the Dreamers who roam the Darklin Plain, they call him the Lost, the Fool, the Forsaken, the Prisoner, yet he is one of the greatest of his kind, having pushed himself to the limits of the Dream, to the Void beyond Being. His are the words with which I have described the Second Birth of the Dreamers, to him we owe all our little knowledge of this elusive species. Only after her disappearance, by sheer coincidence, did I meet the Dreamer. Arual was her name. It was the day of the 3345 Carnival of the Red Lord and the City throbbed at a frenzied rhythm under a scarlet sky, lost in ecstasy. The last time I saw her, the city was burning and destruction was following in her footsteps. Much of what happened after that day was because of her, yet while I hate the consequences of her actions, as I hate what they led me to do, I can't hate her, because I know she had no choice. Or perhaps, if she had, every other decision would have led to unacceptable consequences. For my part, I acted in good conscience, with honor and diligence, always pursuing the interests of the City.
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Dagli scritti di Lady Chandra di Alagadda, sugli eventi che portarono alla seconda Guerra delle Maschere.
[I sognatori] Non più mortali i figli del Sogno, pur restando in un primo momento creature di carne, sono sempre stati e saranno sempre. Mortali e immortali, umani e inumani, coloro che chiamiamo Sognatori vivono in un fragile equilibrio, sempre in fuga, sempre in viaggio, sempre braccati, eppure infinitamente liberi.
Il primo Sognatore che abbia incontrato era ( e spero che sia ancora) l'Onorevole Nian Zhen, Capo Archivista della Biblioteca, mio amico, benefattore e Maestro. Il nome con cui però è più conosciuto fuori dai confini della Città è quello, meno lusinghiero, di Sognatore Folle. Nelle Terre di Kouranes, e tra i Sognatori che vagano nella Piana Oscura, lo chiamano il Perduto, il Matto, l'Abbandonato, il Prigioniero, eppure è uno dei più grandi della sua specie, essendosi spinto fino ai limiti del Sogno, fino al Vuoto oltre l'Essere. Sue sono le parole con cui ho descritto la Seconda Nascita dei Sognatori, a lui dobbiamo tutta la nostra scarsa conoscenza di questo specie così elusiva.
Solo dopo la sua scomparsa, per pura coincidenza, ho incontrato la Sognatrice.
Arual era il suo nome.
Era il giorno del 3345 Carnevale del Signore Rosso e la Città pulsava a un ritmo forsennato sotto un cielo scarlatto, persa nell'estasi.
L'ultima volta che l'ho vista la città stava bruciando e la distruzione seguiva le sue orme.
Buona parte di quello che è successo dopo quel giorno è stato per causa sua, eppure nonostante detesti le conseguenze delle sue azioni, come detesto quello che mi hanno portato a fare, non posso odiarla, perché sono consapevole che non aveva scelta. O forse, se l'aveva, ogni altra decisione avrebbe portato a conseguenze inaccettabili.
Per parte mia ho agito in buona coscienza, con onore e diligenza, sempre portando avanti gli interessi della Città.
Arual the Dreamer leaves Alagadda as she begins the Metamorphosis of her Third Birth.
Arual the Dreamer leaves Alagadda as she begins the Metamorphosis of her Third Birth.
Lineart and color thumbnails.
The Mad Dreamer, chief Archivist of the Library of Alagadda, Master of the Alchemic Arts. Sworn to the White Lord, Albedo of Alagadda.
The Dreamers that freely roam the Darkling Plain and the people of Celephais and Serannian, who live under King Kuranes call him by many other names :The Lost One, the fool, the forsaken . But more often he is known as the Prisoner, because in his folly he bartered for his life and the scraps of his sanity with his freedom.
He was a Dreamer on a leash, a political advantage to the Faction of the White Lord . He was a cherished tool for his master, feared and respected, until he vanished from the City, leaving behind his citizen's mask and rumors of betrayal.
For Chandra however he was mentor, friend and father all in one, and she would not forsake him.
Concept sketch/ WIP for the Mad Dreamer.
@amyma-ymamy feel free to add.
No exams until september means more time for painting.
The Dreamer arrives in Alagadda on the day of the Red Lord's Carnival.
(That is why the sky is red and not its usual color)
The Dreamer in Alagadda.
This sketch is still far from finished but i love it and I can't wait to paint it.
I hate having to sketch with so much detail but 3 point perspective is a b***h.
The Mad Dreamer, chief Archivist of the Library of Alagadda, Master of the Alchemic Arts. Sworn to the White Lord, Albedo of Alagadda.
The Dreamers that freely roam the Darkling Plain and the people of Celephais and Serannian, who live under King Kuranes call him by many other names :The Lost One, the fool, the forsaken . But more often he is known as the Prisoner, because in his folly he bartered for his life and the scraps of his sanity with his freedom.
He was a Dreamer on a leash, a political advantage to the Faction of the White Lord . He was a cherished tool for his master, feared and respected, until he vanished from the City, leaving behind his citizen's mask and rumors of betrayal.
For Chandra however he was mentor, friend and father all in one, and she would not forsake him.
Concept sketch/ WIP for the Mad Dreamer.
@amyma-ymamy feel free to add.